Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 613

Within these confines or without, tranquility evaded each soul.

Unaware of Zac and Julia's activities outside, Helen remained focused on devising her escape plan.

While her eyes drifted across the magazines and event proposals strewn across the coffee table, a sudden realization illuminated her thoughts.

She recognized one of the magazines as a member-exclusive edition from a renowned luxury brand in the city.

Although appearing opulent, these magazines prioritized status over substance. They were reserved solely for authenticated subscribers, each issue being a unique edition with no duplicates.

Given Zac's present situation, it seemed improbable for him to indulge in luxury goods openly. Thus, the magazine Helen held likely originated from one of Zac's past associates or acquaintances.

Identifying the owner of the magazine could potentially provide a clue for those outside to trace her whereabouts. But how could she delicately raise the subject of this magazine?

After a night of deep thought, Helen emerged with a plan as dawn approached.

The following morning, Zac entered Helen's room promptly. To his surprise, he found her already dressed and composed, seated on the sofa. She calmly perused the neatly arranged magazines on the table before her.

"Have you come to a decision?" Zac asked, setting down one of the two steaming cups of coffee he carried before her. Sitting across from her, he crossed his legs and savored a sip of his coffee.

Helen's expression shifted to one of displeasure as she casually nudged the magazine back onto the table. "If you're considering marrying me, perhaps consulting with some women beforehand would be wise.

"It's rather bold of you to presume male preferences alone dictate my taste in magazines. Your regard for your partner seems quite admirable," she remarked with a hint of sarcasm.

Having grown accustomed to Helen's fluctuating moods over the past few days, Zac took it all in stride, maintaining his smile as he placed the coffee on the table.

"Dream all you want," Helen retorted sharply, seizing the moment she had long awaited.

Through gritted teeth, she reluctantly agreed, "Since I'm left with no choice but to dress up, I insist on wearing my favorite—the flagship design from this month's Lay magazine. I won't settle for anything less."

Zac's grin widened with satisfaction as he rose from his seat, adjusting his attire. "That's the spirit. A discerning individual knows how to adapt. You're even more charming like this."

With that, he turned and departed, his polished, pointed shoes making a slight impression on the carpet at the doorway before vanishing.

As the door closed behind him, Helen released a long sigh of relief.

Beneath the carpet lay the member-exclusive edition of Lay magazine, thankfully overlooked by Zac.