Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 645

Helen was engrossed in her thought of bringing the Lindvall family down. Without thinking much, she unbuckled her seatbelt, got down from the car, and waited at the roadside.

When she got down, the driver at the back had knocked on Chandler's car window. After some discussion, Chandler rolled down the car window again and asked Helen to get into the car.

"Let's go, they don't wish to hold us accountable. We need to get out of the way."

Helen was confused. When she got down from the car, she noticed that the other party's car was expensive. The repair cost could be tens of thousands of dollars, and Chandler was at fault. It was inconceivable that they would just let it go.

Besides, Chandler was in a hurry. Even if they requested a big sum of compensation, he might also agree. What was so urgent that they would give up taking such a big fortune?

At the thought of this, Helen reflexively turned to look at the car at the back.

The two cars still maintained their positions during the collision, so they were not far apart. From her place, Helen could roughly see a few people in the car.

There was only a chauffeur at the front, and it was shadowy at the back. There seemed to be three to four people in the back seat, looking quite crowded.

It shouldn't be. Those who could afford a chauffeur valued the comfort of sitting in a car. Why would they cramp together at the back when there was still a seat at the front?

Helen was feeling weird when she suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from the back car window. It was as if someone was hitting it hard from inside.

Recently, there was a lot of news about young girls being trafficked. She had come across two notices of missing people when she was reading Ronald's scandal.

Chandler's car was at the front, so this car wouldn't be able to escape. Moreover, they were in public, so it was safe for her to knock and have a look.

After some consideration, she ignored Chandler and walked toward the back of the gray BMW.

When she tried to open the door, the chauffeur on the other side suddenly pointed and shouted at her, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Why was he so nervous if he were not guilty?

"You'd better stop your nonsense. You're the one who crashed my car, and I'm already kind enough to let you off the hook. Don't be ungrateful."

But Helen did not buy it and continued to argue, "Is that so? You seem guilty to me. Since we are fully responsible, and your car is quite pricey, why do you want to leave in a hurry without seeking compensation?

"Something horrible must be going on in the car. Don't you think so, everyone?"

"Yes!" People hated traffickers the most. As they chimed in one by one, some people had already clenched their fists and were ready to fight.

Seeing that the chauffeur was unable to tackle a woman, a burly guy in the car got out and was about to get violent. But before he could touch Helen, Chandler appeared beside him and kicked him away.

At this moment, an old lady came out from the back seat of the BMW. She yelled anxiously, even before she could stand still, "Help! Call the police! Someone, please help!"

Helen looked closely and realized that it was Daphne.