Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2036

Indeed, Salome's unfortunate circumstances always seemed to keep her a step behind.

It was already embarrassing enough to be pursuing a married man, but now she had been caught by his wife. If Salome were fully conscious right now, she would likely be torn apart on the spot.

To avoid a full confrontation, she steeled herself and kept up the charade.

However, her performance was so poorly executed that it was obvious she wasn't truly unconscious. How could someone who had fainted still have their eyes moving under their eyelids?

Germaine couldn't help but smirk, her face filled with disdain. Deciding to play it cool, she turned to Jenson and asked, "What's going on between you and this woman?"

"There was an accident! We're not even familiar with each other!" Jenson quickly stopped, raising his right hand and swearing with his hands up in a pledge.

He added, "I was almost hit by a car just now. This lady warned me, but she got run over instead. I just brought her back to help. Honey, you know I'm fully devoted to you—nothing else is going on!"

Ever since being manipulated by Freya, Jenson had prioritized his integrity above all else, which was why he had intentionally kept his distance from Salome from the moment they first met.

Meanwhile, Salome's anger flared. What was he implying? She was a stunning beauty who had barely sparked even the slightest rumor with him. Why was he already acting like the aggrieved party?

"I believe you," Germaine said, a sly smile curling on her lips, her words dripping with a darker implication. "Even if you did cheat, the other person should at least be more attractive or have a better figure than me, right? Otherwise, what's the point?"

Jenson paused for a beat, raising his hands in confusion.

Salome's frustration only deepened. Wasn't this a roundabout way of insulting her, suggesting she lacked both beauty and a desirable figure?

Her teeth ground together as she silently clenched her fists, the pressure of her nails biting into her palms. This woman's words were like poison, seeping into every fiber of her being.

Before Salome could compose herself, Germaine's mocking voice rang out again, "She might have internal injuries and a concussion. To prevent any lasting damage, we should schedule her brain surgery right away."

Jenson quickly realized that Germaine was joking. He fought back a laugh and played along, "But brain surgery is risky, right? If something goes wrong, she could end up paralyzed—or worse, a living corpse."

She knew she had been exposed. The second she opened her mouth, it was obvious to anyone that her fainting act was nothing more than a lie.

But knowing Salome was a friend of Lucy's, Jenson didn't want to escalate things further. He handed her a bottle of water and said, "Here, take a drink."

Just as Salome was about to grab the bottle, a hand swiftly swooped in, snatching it away from her reach.

"Sorry," Germaine said, shoving the water bottle into Jenson's hands.

While she dug through her handbag for money, she said casually, "This water is specifically tailored for my body, so it probably isn't right for you. If you're truly thirsty, feel free to buy something more suitable. Don't worry about the cost; we'll cover it."

She then handed Salome two crisp hundred-dollar bills, her icy gaze thick with disdain. Her belongings weren't for just anyone to covet.

Salome's face turned red, well aware of the subtle insult woven into Germaine's words.