Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 615

Taylor waited patiently at the entrance for nearly half an hour until Chandler's car finally arrived.

Without waiting for Chandler to exit the vehicle, Taylor approached eagerly. "Any updates on Helen?" he asked, hopeful for news as they walked together.

However, Chandler remained stoic as he passed Taylor, seemingly ignoring his inquiry.

Sensing Chandler's subdued mood, Taylor wisely refrained from pressing further and silently guided him inside.

The club was luxurious, staffed entirely by impeccably attractive men. It was a popular spot for single women who were divorced or separated, earning it the local nickname "The Brothel Without Ladies."

At the entrance to Room 101, imposing bodyguards flanked the doorway. As Taylor led Chandler inside, they swiftly opened the door without hesitation.

Within, the atmosphere resembled that of a vibrant nightclub. A troupe of scantily clad male dancers commanded the stage, showcasing their physique as they danced to the music.

Several elegantly featured men held court in the corners, each exuding their distinct allure while casting wary glances at one another.

Winnie sat alone in the center of the sofa, calmly savoring the moment.

At first glance, Chandler struggled to recognize her, though it wasn't entirely his fault.

Amidst this eclectic mix of glamor and indulgence, it wasn't easy to connect the heavily adorned and extravagantly made-up woman before him with the innocent Winnie he had once known.

At that moment, Taylor exchanged a glance with his subordinate, who acted swiftly to silence the music.

The lively cheers abruptly ceased as all attention shifted toward the entrance.

Meanwhile, Chandler remained composed, his tone unwavering. "Tell me, how did Zac track you down? How did you maintain contact? Where were your previous meetings held, and how often? I need every detail."

Taylor's confusion deepened, his hands spreading in a gesture of bewilderment. "What's the point of dwelling on the past when Helen's already been taken?"

His gaze hardened as he turned back to Winnie. "In my book, the only way to handle a bitch like her is to treat her like one. Being too kind won't get us anywhere!"

As Taylor's words tapered off, he instinctively clenched his fists, prepared to resort to force if needed. Setting moral qualms aside, he was determined to do whatever it took to unearth Helen's location.

Stepping aside, he signaled for the two burly men stationed at the door to advance toward Winnie.

But before they could lay a hand on her, Chandler's voice cut through the tension. "She's the last person who saw Helen! If anything happens to her, can you bear that responsibility?"