Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2033

Helen skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel, executing a smooth drift as she reversed into the parking spot.

With Lincoln and Sienna by her side, she stepped out of the car. Hand in hand, they walked past Freya and Bryan, heading toward the hotel.

"How can you destroy someone's property and just walk away? Do you think the world works that way? Stop right there!"

Fuming with anger, Freya tried to press the issue, but every time she took a step forward, James blocked her path. "Ms. Moran, please show some respect."

As Freya was about to fire back, Bryan gently tugged at her sleeve, silently urging her to back down.

Freya looked at him, then at the cold, unyielding look on James' face. Realizing it was pointless to continue, she reluctantly stepped back.

Once he was sure the confrontation had ended, James turned and walked away.

In Miravell, Seth's influence was as formidable as Chandler's in Grand Cathay. With his name behind them, Helen and the others were treated to the highest level of service.

They were swiftly escorted to the second floor, where three lavish presidential suites awaited them.

Taylor and Abigail stayed in room 202, while Helen and her children were placed in 204. Jenson and Germaine were in 206, further down the hall.

Bryan and Freya were assigned room 205, directly across from Germaine's suite.

Seething with anger, Freya stormed into the room and immediately began to lash out. "Bryan, are you trying to provoke me on purpose?

"Out of all the rooms, why pick the one right across from that bastard's? Are you still hung up on her? You want to keep some kind of connection with her, don't you—"

Tired of her irrational outburst, Bryan cut her off with a kiss. In an instant, Freya's breath grew heavy, and her mind went blank. All the anger and irritation she had just felt seemed to disappear, as if it had never existed.

They made love until nightfall, and only then did Freya finally fall into a peaceful, satisfied sleep.

Bryan watched her sleeping face, silently rubbing his sore back. It was often said that women in their 30s were like wolves in bed, and at that moment, the saying felt all too true.

Suddenly, Bryan's phone buzzed twice, showing a message from an unknown number. "Everything is set."

He briefly glanced at the screen before turning off his phone and quietly getting out of bed.

…

At the hotel's front desk, Lucy and Salome were checking in.

The newly opened luxury resort quickly became the hotspot for the social elite. As a self-proclaimed socialite, Salome had no choice but to tag along with Lucy.

When news of the meteor shower broke, Salome wasted no time in dragging Lucy with her.

With her usual modest demeanor, Lucy worked quietly with the manager to complete the check-in process.

In stark contrast, Salome stood beside her, striking dramatic poses with her suitcase. She carried herself like an heiress, treating Lucy as if she were nothing more than her maid.