Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 620

As the frigid touch of the blade brushed against Julia's neck, she instinctively flinched. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the knife, the steel glinting ominously just inches from her skin.

Deep inside, Julia recognized the inherent sanctity of life, especially when it was intertwined with the lives of loved ones.

"You wouldn't dare," she challenged, her eyes narrowing as she tried to gauge Helen's resolve.

Helen's lips curved into a smirk, yet her eyes betrayed no trace of amusement. "Do you want me to test that theory?"

Julia observed the unyielding resolve shining in Helen's eyes, indicating her readiness to engage fully. Ultimately, she opted to surrender and yield to Helen's control.

Armed with a knife and possessing previous expertise in hand-to-hand combat, Helen held complete authority over the situation.

After confirming Julia's compliance, Helen proceeded with her next demand. "Stand up," she commanded, her tone stern.

Maintaining her hold over Julia, Helen glanced toward the door and urged, "Open it."

Julia dutifully obeyed, reaching for the door handle, only to find it locked. "It's sealed shut," she informed Helen.

Helen's skepticism was palpable as she cautioned, "You'd better not try anything sneaky."

"If you doubt me, feel free to verify," Julia said, raising her hands in surrender. "You're Zac's only hope of making a comeback. Do you truly believe he'd let you slip away so easily?"

Helen had heard countless excuses before. With Zac's impending return, time was of the essence. She needed to act swiftly.

"Turn around," Helen commanded, directing Julia to face away from her. With one hand gripping the knife against Julia's back, Helen reached out with her free hand to grasp the door handle.

Despite her efforts, nothing happened. The door handle remained steadfastly unmoved, defying Helen's determined attempts.

Julia smiled contentedly, offering a pointed reminder, "Zac will be back soon. You should return to your room before he arrives. Otherwise, I can't promise your safety afterward."

Return to her room? Wasn't that akin to surrendering to her fate?

However, Helen wasn't inclined to give up easily. She withdrew the knife and started exploring other potential escape routes.

He had found her; her faith in him had been well-placed.

"Okay, I hear you. Stay calm," Chandler reassured Helen in a composed tone. "I'm entering now. Just step back a bit."

"Alright," Helen said, stepping back a few feet.

In the next moment, a series of thuds echoed from behind the door.

One, two…

Helen could feel the floor tremble with each impact, yet the door remained firmly shut, refusing to give way.

Following a brief moment, the commotion against the door faded away.

Chandler's voice carried authority as he directed, "Helen, look for shelter. Find a room or steer clear of the door. Can you do that?"