Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 679

Priscilla had always been adept at navigating social circles and avoiding unnecessary conflicts. Therefore, it seemed likely that Helen was the one causing trouble.

Rachel often heard Priscilla lament that Chandler had become entranced by a charming woman from the countryside. Now, he seemed to disregard Priscilla's words entirely, acting like he was under a spell.

With this in mind, Rachel was determined to seek justice for Priscilla and vent her frustration.

"Where is this Helen?" Rachel demanded, her expression darkening.

"Apparently, she's enrolled at the University of Glendale. I expect she should be on campus by now," Frank muttered, his dissatisfaction evident.

"Alright, I'm curious to see what this femme fatale is really capable of!"

With that, Rachel hurriedly left, her high heels clicking on the floor.

"Rachel!" Vernon called out, hoping to clarify things before making a decision. But before he could, Rachel had already reached the doorway.

Unable to intercept her, Vernon turned to Frank for help. "Mr. Levine, could you please keep an eye on her? We can't risk any more issues. Considering Helen's influential connections, it's best to proceed cautiously."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lindvall Senior. I'll go immediately and make sure Ms. Lindvall stays out of trouble," Frank assured Vernon before heading off to follow Rachel.

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Helen and Callie were attending a lecture for one of their courses. Just as the professor was about to start a presentation at the podium, a sharp female voice pierced through the room.

"Helen Spencer from the Mathematics Faculty, stop hiding and come out now! Don't make me search every classroom for you!"

Even from afar, the distinct articulation of Helen's name grabbed the attention of everyone in the classroom.

But in his haste, the professor forgot to put on his glasses. After a brief struggle, he still hadn't managed to make the call.

Meanwhile, Helen couldn't tolerate the continuous barrage of derogatory remarks. Fed up, she abruptly left her seat and walked out.

As Helen descended the stairs, she spotted Rachel and her bodyguards wielding a megaphone, hurling verbal assaults at the adjacent building.

"What a shrew," Helen muttered, her tone tinged with anger.

Though her voice was barely audible, Rachel seemed to pick up on it. She quickly turned, meeting Helen's indifferent gaze head-on.

Their eyes locked in a tense stare, each exuding unwavering determination, neither willing to concede.