Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 666

After contemplating his choices, Frank put away his phone and arrived at a conclusion.

In the worst-case scenario, he would offer an apology to Christopher and attempt to reconcile with all parties involved to maintain peace.

With his mind made up, Frank rejoined the group, gently clearing his throat as a symbolic gesture.

"After taking time to reflect, I acknowledge that my emotions clouded my judgment when addressing the issue earlier. Due to recent family matters demanding my attention, I inadvertently let my emotions influence my work. I sincerely apologize for this and hope for your understanding."

At Frank's words, Helen remained unfazed, her face betraying no emotion.

Meanwhile, Chandler stood off to the side, silently watching Helen's reaction. As he noticed her lack of inclination to make amends, his expression grew serious.

Watching the scene unfold, Edward maintained a neutral tone as he commented, "Deputy Levine, your display of remorse is commendable. Even a judge would likely consider leniency in your case.

"However, whether forgiveness is granted remains entirely within my client's discretion. I trust you're not waiting for Ms. Spencer's forgiveness before proceeding with the next steps, are you?"

Frank's discomfort became evident as his private thoughts were unexpectedly revealed. He awkwardly contorted his lips into a smile, swiftly attempting to regain his composure.

In a commanding tone, he directed his subordinates, "Did you hear that? Why isn't everyone rushing to apprehend the suspects?"

"Understood!" Michael immediately sprang into action, mobilizing a sizable contingent of police officers. The team quickly boarded patrol cars and sped away, sirens blaring into the distance.

As the sirens faded away, Frank swiftly resumed his cheerful demeanor. He approached Helen with a friendly smile, asking, "Ms. Spencer, are you satisfied with how things are progressing?"

Having long ago seen through Frank's facade, Helen found herself uninterested in engaging with him. Without hesitation, she simply looked away.

Noticing her displeasure, Chandler stepped forward decisively, positioning himself between Frank and Helen.

His tone grew stern as he commented, "Deputy Levine, you might want to reconsider your approach to managing the complaints department from now on."

Frank's expression darkened as Chandler's critique struck a nerve. Although he frequently dealt with businessmen, his lower-ranking role restricted his interactions with higher-level executives.

He possessed scant knowledge about individuals like Chandler, yet one fact was unmistakable—those with a stronger resolve and extensive networks were not to be directly confronted.

The moment the ace of spades hit the table, the music abruptly stopped.

Just then, a group of uniformed men burst in, flipping on the brightest lights and instantly disrupting the lively party atmosphere.

"Damn, who the hell doesn't understand common decency around here?" Chad muttered angrily, setting his drink down.

Upon spotting the police officers, he clenched his teeth, forcefully holding back the profanities that had nearly slipped out.

Before Chad could utter a word, Michael locked eyes with him, his expression turning stern as he demanded loudly, "Who's Chad Lindvall?"

"It's me. What's the problem?" Chad retorted, his irritation palpable.

In that instant, Michael shot Chad a look before signaling to his colleagues behind him. "Take him away," he ordered.

Without delay, two officers stepped forward to apprehend Chad.