Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2028

Helen and Germaine remained calm, silently observing the scene without a trace of amusement.

"You… you're all ganging up on me!" Freya's anger flared as she stomped her foot. It looked like she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and vanish into it.

"So what if we outnumber you? Not everyone is as easy to push around as you think. You may have no friends, but we do. We're showing you mercy now. If it were anyone else, you'd already be lying on the ground!" Abigail snapped, punctuating her words with a swing of her fist.

Freya staggered back, momentarily stunned. Once she regained her composure, she erupted in anger. "Do you really think you're so tough? I'll remember this, and we'll see who gets the last laugh!"

With that, Freya pushed past Germaine and stormed out of the boutique.

Meanwhile, Colin had been watching from a concealed corner. After observing the scene, he quietly followed her.

Freya marched angrily toward the parking lot, grumbling as she pulled out her car keys to unlock the door. Just as she opened it, a male voice came from behind her. "Ms. Moran, would you like to vent your anger?"

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As Helen and the others stepped out of the mall, they spotted Chandler's car waiting by the curb. They had initially planned to go somewhere else, but worried about potential trouble, the three of them climbed into the car.

"How did you end up here? Didn't you have other things to take care of?" Helen asked.

"The person monitoring Colin's movements reported that he's in the mall but hasn't revealed himself yet. Considering what happened last time, I'm concerned he might suspect you and act accordingly, so I came here as soon as I could," Chandler explained, his eyes fixed on the mall.

"But you've always praised my acting—how could Colin possibly spot any flaws?" Helen teased.

Chandler's serious expression softened into a grin. "Your acting is perfect, honey. I just can't help but worry about Colin's growing suspicion. You know, most men don't have the same sense of responsibility as I do. The ones who don't are always quick to blame women for everything."

"I guess you're off the hook this time."

Perhaps it was the kids and Chandler's constant indulgence, but Helen found herself teasing him more often, expecting him to patiently coax her afterward.

"Is it safe for pregnant women?" Chandler asked.

"Don't worry. All the ingredients are harmless and completely safe," Kingsley reassured him.

"Alright." Chandler nodded, his expression serious.

"Go ahead and remove the mask," Kingsley instructed Helen.

Helen nodded, reaching for the hidden clasp. But as soon as her fingers brushed it, she quickly withdrew her hand. She dropped her gaze, appearing conflicted.

Chandler immediately understood her hesitation. Taking a step toward the door, he said, "I'll wait outside."

By the time he finished speaking, he had already reached the door.