Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 710

"You wanted pleasure, didn't you? Well, your wish has been granted. It must be rather satisfying now." Helen's eyes glinted with a dark intensity, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.

Chad shivered as a cold sensation washed over him, feeling as though he teetered on the edge of mortality.

Despite Helen's gentle appearance, her strike unveiled an unexpectedly ruthless side.

Enduring the sharp pain coursing through his body, Chad raised his baseball bat and aimed it at Helen. "Give me the antidote!"

He felt like he had stepped into a scene from a suspense film. The intense, inexplicable pain he was experiencing strongly hinted that it was poison.

"Fine." Helen's gaze turned icy as she locked eyes with him. "Come closer, and I'll give it to you."

After a moment's pause, she added with a meaningful tone, "If you dare."

Had she refrained from those final words, Chad might have approached without hesitation. But now, uncertainty crept in.

Moments earlier, his proximity to Helen gave her the chance to strike; he suspected she might be concealing a weapon. Should he attempt another attack now, the consequences could be lethal.

Taking this into account, Chad refrained from advancing. Instead, he took two cautious steps backward, maintaining a wary distance from Helen.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid now?" Helen sneered. "Seems like you're all bark and no bite. Is that the extent of your resolve?"

Despite Chad's tendency to be easily provoked, he refrained from advancing directly. Regaining his composure, he signaled to his comrades behind him.

"Go ahead. Break the guy's legs and tie up the woman. I'll personally teach them a lesson when I return!"

Upon his command, the eager thugs lunged forward.

In that instant, Helen's grip tightened, her gaze turning fierce.

"Wait," Chandler interrupted abruptly. His authoritative presence, honed over years of navigating the business world, immediately seized everyone's attention.

Casting a cold, sweeping glance around, he swiftly turned on his heel and opened the car's trunk, guiding Helen toward him.

"All of you, please come at me together. I'm on a tight schedule."

Chandler's posture was relaxed, his tone nonchalant. Nonetheless, he exuded the air of a king assessing his subjects, radiating confidence in an imminent victory.

The scar-faced leader took the bait, sneering as he spat on the ground in disdain. "Damn it! Who do you think you're trying to fool? I'll make sure you beg for mercy!"

With that, he rushed toward Chandler, leading the charge. Soon after, the other thugs also raised their baseball bats.

Maintaining a composed demeanor, Chandler watched as the scar-faced leader closed the distance. In a swift motion, Chandler sent him flying six feet back with a single kick.

With precise and coordinated strikes, he swiftly incapacitated the opposing group, all while maintaining a vigilant stance around the car.

As more than half of the thugs were knocked to the ground, the remaining ones hesitated. They exchanged uncertain glances, each reluctant to initiate the next move.

On the other hand, Chandler's patience was wearing thin.