Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 405

After ending the call, the leader and his group exchanged glances and quietly dispersed from the scene.

Meanwhile, inside the burning studio, Helen and Chandler struggled to catch their breath amid the dense smoke.

She began to feel lightheaded. Even though she hadn't suffered any burns, the inhalation of carbon monoxide was taking its toll on her.

"Just hang in there. We'll get out of here soon," Chandler urged as he pounded on the door.

Suddenly, her body went limp, and she collapsed on the floor. Seeing that, Chandler furiously kicked the door and bolted out with Helen in his arms.

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When Helen finally regained consciousness, she found herself in a sterile, white environment. The scent of disinfectant filled the air, which was a stark reminder of her survival.

She frowned and tried to move her arms, but a pair of strong hands restrained her. "Don't overexert yourself. You just woke up. Take it easy."

She looked up and noticed Chandler's worn-out expression. "What happened? Weren't we caught in the fire?"

He quickly reassured her, "Everything is fine now. We're safe."

Helen breathed a sigh of relief, but her curiosity got the better of her. "But seriously, how did the fire start anyway?"

As the words escaped her lips, she caught a fleeting darkness in Chandler's eyes.

Undeterred, she pressed on, "Was it arson? Tell me what happened. I clearly remember hearing footsteps outside last night."

He hesitated to burden her with worry. But now, he had no choice but to be honest. "Someone intentionally set the studio on fire. It wasn't an accident. It was attempted murder.

"The police are on the case, and I'm confident we'll get to the bottom of it soon. Don't stress about it. Right now, your priority needs to be taking it easy and getting better."

Helen had a gut feeling that there was more going on.

Arson wasn't something to brush off lightly. But Chandler's tight-lipped response only intensified her suspicions. So, she decided to keep her thoughts to herself for the time being.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Adrian entered with a grave expression.

The studio had been burned down, and he was facing the brunt of it. Countless design drafts had been destroyed along with several urgent contracts. It was enough to give him a major headache.

But he couldn't focus on anything else right now.

"Chandler, Helen."

Chandler glanced at him, and the silent bond between the brothers spoke volumes at that moment.

Adrian pursed his lips before saying, "Chandler, the police have identified the arsonist. They are on it. But the mastermind is..." He hesitated to continue.

Chandler didn't beat around the bush. "I don't care who did this. There's no room for negotiation. Just think about what would have happened if Helen and I hadn't made it out of that fire?"

The implication was crystal clear, and Adrian understood his brother's words. "Understood. I'll handle it immediately. They won't get away with this," he vowed.

Taylor responded confidently, "Don't worry, Helly. I'll make sure she pays for her crimes."

After hanging up, his anger didn't subside. He wasted no time in gathering the necessary evidence.

With the studio burned down, Adrian was buried in work. He had contracts to salvage and cleanup to oversee. The studio's operations had ground to a halt.

Despite Helen suffering from mild carbon monoxide poisoning, she was fortunate to have received prompt medical attention.

After a few days with Chandler by her side in the hospital, she was discharged without complications.

The news of Margaret's arrest came through a news report. "The heiress of the Leonard Group, Margaret, was arrested on suspicion of murder."

Helen glanced at the headline with indifference. After being discharged from the hospital, Chandler drove her to college.

He said, "You don't need to rush to give Adrian the draft now. He's not in a hurry for it. But your college entrance exams are coming up soon, so you need to focus on studying."

Helen playfully stuck out her tongue. "Geez, Chandler. You're becoming a bigger nag every day."

As she unbuckled her seatbelt, she added, "You don't have to pick me up after school today. I'm going home with Jenson."

Chandler nodded and watched her leave before driving off. Though their time together had been brief, their bond had grown stronger.

He glanced at the calendar on his car dashboard and remembered that her birthday was coming up soon. It was a milestone birthday to boot.