Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 617

"Indeed," Chandler's lips curled into a sardonic smile, his eyes devoid of warmth. "Every man for himself. But what has Helen ever done to deserve this? If you won't be reasonable, I suppose I'll have to resort to some drastic measures as well. Let's see whose resolve proves stronger, shall we?"

Winnie had never faced such cold, penetrating eyes before. A chill seeped through her entire body, permeating every corner of her being.

Under Chandler's intense scrutiny, it felt as though her blood had frozen in her veins, leaving her unable to move in the face of his piercing gaze.

With fear tightening her throat, Winnie swallowed nervously, abandoning any attempt at a retort.

The moment had arrived.

Chandler realized he had gained the upper hand psychologically. Easing his expression, he returned to his gentlemanly manner.

"I'd appreciate it if you could recount all your interactions with Zac, starting from the first time you met up to your most recent conversation. Please, ensure no detail is omitted."

"I'll talk…" Winnie began as she settled onto the couch, detailing the series of events leading up to Zac's approach.

Meanwhile, Helen remained entangled with Zac.

After ending his call with Chandler, Zac resolved to retreat from the outside world. He intended to avoid any potential complications by remaining indoors for the majority of the day.

With three people sharing living quarters, food consumption naturally increased. While Zac and Julia could manage on their own, Helen's arrival altered the household dynamics.

As a result, Zac found himself taking on the task of restocking groceries solo in the afternoon.

Even though he trusted Julia not to betray him, Zac still felt the need to caution her against being alone with Helen before he departed.

With each shatter of glass, the room reverberated with a cacophony of destruction. Meanwhile, Helen's hand became a gruesome sight of blood and flesh, interwoven with sharp glass fragments.

Unsure if surveillance cameras tracked her every move, Helen persisted, her actions a frenzied mixture of desperation and defiance.

Despite her injured hand, she continued to pound against the wall while her other hand grasped any object capable of making noise, hurling it to the ground in hopes of attracting attention.

In the surveillance room, Julia observed Helen's chaos with a cold detachment, her emotions veiled behind a facade of apathy.

How could someone as savage and unhinged as Helen win Zac's affection, surpassing her in his regard?

Suddenly, a chilling notion crept into Julia's consciousness—an unsettling realization that if Helen were to disappear, she would forever hold the position closest to Zac.