Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 609

Her plan had succeeded.

Whatever destiny Zac had in mind for Helen was his own concern, unrelated to her. In fact, it would be ideal if Zac and Helen met their end together!

"What's this? Are you all queuing up to strip me of even my right to sell the shares under my name?" Chandler's voice dripped with disdain as he observed the people before him, each taking their turn to cast blame from a supposed moral high ground.

Nonetheless, his words weren't solely aimed at the shareholders but also at Priscilla.

Chandler's tone was sharp and direct. "I'm not here to beg but to inform you—I have the authority to manage my own affairs. If you intend to stop me, then we'll have to settle this in court."

Chandler was known for his straightforward approach to handling situations. Within Newton Group, nobody dared to question him.

His rapid rise to a prominent position at a young age underscored his impressive capabilities, earning him the unwavering respect and loyalty of those under his command.

Under Chandler's authoritative demeanor, dissent among them was scarcely tolerated.

For Priscilla, Chandler's mention of settling matters in court was a devastating blow. It felt like a direct challenge, a clear indication that he was prepared to take legal action against her.

Every scene replayed in Priscilla's mind—her bold confrontation with Chandler and the haunting image of her clutching the dagger against her chest.

It was as if she were trapped in a relentless loop of a suspenseful film, unable to escape the vivid images that lingered in her thoughts.

Priscilla couldn't ignore the dull ache in her chest any longer. It was evident that Chandler's coldness toward her was solely for Helen's sake.

Faced with Chandler's apparent indifference, what was Priscilla still clinging to?

Certainly, his readiness to confront death rendered the idea of a courtroom confrontation insignificant in comparison.

While an individual's resolve might remain unwavering, clarity often dawned in a fleeting moment.

In that instant of realization, Priscilla handed the documents to Chandler. Her strength and energy were drained, and she found herself rendered speechless.

Despite this, Chandler hesitated to accept the documents, his worry mounting as he witnessed Priscilla's visible distress. "Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"Don't worry, I'm not considering suicide. I just need some time alone." Priscilla attempted to shake off Chandler's grip, but he held on tightly.

Given her current condition, Chandler couldn't bring himself to let her leave alone.

"Please, let's put an end to this. Is this truly necessary? I'm already 23 years old. You had me take over Newton Group when I was barely a teenager. Now that I'm an adult, why can't I choose the life I want?

"Regardless of our current situation, you're still my beloved mother—that's a fact that remains unchanged. All I desire is to pursue my own happiness. If you hadn't intervened, she would've been mine by now. Do you understand that?"

If Priscilla hadn't meddled, Helen wouldn't have returned to the Northwest.

But reflecting on this now felt futile. After all, it was too late to salvage anything.

As Chandler posed these questions, Priscilla found herself speechless, a lump forming in her throat.

Indeed, if she hadn't interfered, Chandler and Helen would be happily together by now.