Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 616

Given Chandler's reminder, Taylor reluctantly pushed aside his anger for the time being.

"Where's Zac?" Chandler's voice cut through the air sharply, his intense gaze locked on Winnie seated on the couch, resembling an eagle spotting its prey.

Nevertheless, Winnie remained unruffled. "Who's Zac?" she shot back, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the luxurious leather sofa.

She remained oblivious to the potential danger of provoking a man like Chandler.

"The man who transferred fifty thousand dollars to your account," Chandler responded stoically, though his fists were tightly clenched in his pockets.

He had no desire to resort to violence, especially against a woman. However, when it concerned Helen's well-being, he was prepared to cast aside all civility if Winnie refused to cooperate.

At the mention of Zac, Winnie appeared to recall something. She responded casually, "Oh, him? I have no idea. We've only known each other for a few days, and we're not exactly close. Why would he share his whereabouts with me?"

Taylor's nostrils flared, emitting a contemptuous snort. "Not close? Are you implying that Zac is foolish enough to hand out money to any woman he crosses paths with?"

"I never suggested that," Winnie responded, reaching for the champagne flute on the table. With the finesse of a seasoned socialite, she took a delicate sip.

"But in this world, anything is possible. Even someone as attractive as Helen could draw unwanted attention. I've had my fair share of admirers showering me with gifts. It's not unheard of."

Taylor's patience dwindled. Without hesitation, he swiftly knocked the glass from Winnie's hand, causing it to shatter on the ground.

With one foot planted firmly on the sofa, Taylor leaned in over Winnie, casting a shadow over her.

His pointed finger hovered inches from her face as he warned sternly, "Stop making light of the situation. You just claimed you two weren't close, and now you're talking about suitors? Tell me the truth, now!"

Being pinned down by a burly man was undoubtedly unsettling, and Winnie couldn't deny the fear creeping in.

But as a seasoned physician, she possessed remarkable resilience. With a composed demeanor, she steadied her nerves and responded, "I was simply making a passing remark. Is that a crime?"

"Don't provoke me to hit a woman!" Taylor shot back, his patience wearing thin.

"Go ahead, hit me," Winnie boldly challenged, pressing closer to Taylor. "I've endured strokes of fate. What's left to fear?"

Chandler didn't respond immediately. Instead, he observed her silently, the seconds stretching into what felt like an eternity.

As he noticed a flicker of apprehension in Winnie's eyes, Chandler's lips curved into a surprising smile.

"I'm willing to look past everything you've done to Helen. No reporting to the authorities, no digging into your assets. You're free to keep enjoying the rest of that money."

Winnie was completely caught off guard by Chandler's words, confusion furrowing her brow. "Are you joking?" she asked, disbelief coloring her voice.

"I don't make light of situations like this," Chandler replied, his gaze steady.

Suddenly, a shadow darkened his expression, a palpable sense of menace emanating from him. "But if you choose not to cooperate, it won't just be you. Your parents and even your two brothers will be implicated.

"Each of them will face the consequences of your actions, and you'll witness fate's true hand at play. It's like destiny weaving a grand joke, isn't it?"

Winnie's heart raced with fear as she absorbed his words. "What do you plan to do?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Everyone should be held responsible for their own deeds. This has nothing to do with my family!"