Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 404

"What's going on? Why are the lights out?" Helen asked urgently.

Chandler tried to calm her nerves. "It's likely just a blackout. I'll use the flashlight on my phone so that we can make our way out."

He fiddled with his phone but found it unresponsive. "Battery's dead," he muttered.

After some fiddling, Helen found her phone and switched on the flashlight. It emitted a weak glow that barely lit up the room. "Let's get out of here."

Helen led the way while Chandler followed closely behind her. When they approached the door, they noticed it was locked.

She pushed the door with all her might, but it wouldn't budge. "What's going on? Why won't it open?"

Chandler was equally confused. So, he took the flashlight and inspected the lock. He saw that the door had been locked from the outside.

Just then, he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from outside. He frowned and demanded, "Who is it? What's going on outside?"

The noises from inside startled those outside, and they dropped whatever they were holding. Objects clattered to the ground and scattered everywhere.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and pour it out!"

Several voices could be heard, accompanied by the sound of a liquid splashing around. Suddenly, the air was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline.

"Who's out there? Open this door now!" Chandler shouted. But soon, the unmistakable smell of gasoline wafted into the enclosed room.

Helen coughed violently as the acrid smell of burning chemicals overwhelmed her. Despite his efforts, the door remained stubbornly shut.

One of the people outside watched as the flames spread. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

"Ms. Leonard. We've burned down the studio as per your instruction. But I could've sworn I heard something inside. Are you sure everything is okay?"

Margaret's expression darkened. With Adrian's humiliation fresh in her mind, she had no qualms about proceeding with her plans.

If he wouldn't extend her any mercy, she saw no reason to hold back either. With a cold resolve, she set fire to his studio, eager to witness his reaction.

"Nothing will happen! Who the hell stays at work this late? Just burn the place down and get out. Don't sweat the details."