Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 723

As Bruce's voice faded, Chandler and Helen entered the room.

They silently made their way to the sofa, where Chandler casually poured Helen a cup of coffee.

Moments later, Carles stormed through the front door, accompanied by a group of formidable bodyguards.

Bruce recoiled in fear, backing into a corner. "Damn it, I can't believe you actually brought them here! I'll call the cops! Even if you catch me, you won't get away with this!"

Unfazed, Chandler took a sip of his coffee. "If we act quickly enough, no one will ever know. Isn't that right?"

Carles wasted no time. He raised his hand sharply, directing the bodyguards behind him, "Move now."

In an instant, the bodyguards stepped forward and swiftly restrained Bruce. Despite his shouts, they efficiently subdued him, securing his limbs tightly and muffling his cries.

Bruce continued to resist fiercely, thrashing and whimpering in desperation.

Unable to watch any longer, Helen stepped forward resolutely. She retrieved an acupuncture needle and swiftly injected it into Bruce's neck, causing him to lose consciousness.

After ensuring Bruce was subdued, Helen turned calmly to Chandler, shrugging nonchalantly. "There, problem solved. You were too lenient."

Chandler sighed in exasperation. "I'll bear that in mind for the future."

"How should we handle him now?" Helen asked.

"I'll arrange for someone to monitor him," Chandler replied. "Since Ms. Sylvia still cares about Bruce, we can't just make him disappear."

Helen nodded silently, offering no objections.

Given Sylvia's delicate health, she couldn't endure additional stress.

"Anyway, I have some errands to run, so I'll be out for a bit. Please stay home and ensure all doors and windows are securely locked," Helen instructed.

With that, she placed the bowl on a nearby table. After exchanging a glance with Chandler, they left together.

As their figures faded at the front gate, Melody swiftly picked up the bowl Helen had used.

She had been observing Helen closely and knew exactly which side of the bowl she had drunk from. Without hesitation, Melody poured out the remaining soup from the opposite side.

Clutching the bowl tightly, Melody hurried back to her room, her face a mixture of determination and anxiety.

This could be Melody's only chance to locate her daughter; she was resolved not to let it slip away, no matter how improbable the prospect.

However, the immediate challenge lay in financing the paternity test. Melody had left the Boston family with no penny to her name. Where could she possibly obtain the funds needed?