Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 727

"I know, right? If I had a bank backing me, I'd buy the entire planet," Helen joked. "But Dennis is our guy. Rachel might get a vague answer at best.

"If she dares to announce tomorrow that she's acquiring Newton Group, it means William has agreed to collaborate with her. In such circumstances, wouldn't you still find yourself at a disadvantage?"

"Helen," Chandler murmured, his hand gently gliding across her cold cheek. "As long as it's not in black and white, there's always the possibility of failure. Besides, documents are only as reliable as the integrity of the person issuing them. If that's compromised, they're worthless."

Helen quickly grasped Chandler's implication, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you suggesting that we should go after William?"

Chandler gently placed his index finger on Helen's lips. "Don't voice it. Spoken words can lose their impact."

"Fair enough." In truth, Helen had nothing more to add. Chandler's strategies appeared more nuanced than she had anticipated.

Initially, Helen had intended to manipulate the stock market through her covert operations, but now it appeared unnecessary.

Meanwhile, Derek had stepped outside for a smoke break. Upon his return, he found Helen seated in his designated spot, holding his one-of-a-kind mouse.

"What in the world are you doing?" Derek exclaimed, striding over impatiently. "Get up from my seat this instant!"

"Derek," Chandler interjected, his expression clouding with a frown. "Please be gentle with Helen. Remember, she's a lady. Keep your temper in check."

"A lady? Just look at her. What about her seems ladylike? She's got a mind full of explicit thoughts, and now she's messing around with my computer.

"Do you have any idea how long it took me to write those codes? If she messes them up, I'll have to start from scratch. Can you imagine the amount of time that will take?" Derek retorted sharply.

"I'll take care of the coding. Will that be enough?" Chandler's expression darkened, a glint of danger flashing in his eyes.

In that instant, Derek sensed Chandler's genuine rage.

Despite his lingering irritation, the idea of allowing Chandler to take over did have its merits. All things considered, it wasn't such a bad proposal.

"Fine," Derek muttered resignedly, lowering his head and sliding his hands into his pockets. He impatiently stared at the ground, silently reproaching Chandler for prioritizing romance over friendship.

After completing his inspection, Derek hesitantly glanced at Helen. Could she have done this?

Instantly, he shook his head, dismissing the thought.

It seemed utterly implausible. After all, Helen was just an ordinary person. How could she understand coding at his advanced level and promptly rectify such a crucial slowdown?

Even Chandler would find it challenging to do so in such a short time.

Yet moments earlier, they had been the only two in the room.

"You…" Derek hesitated, his gaze narrowing on Helen as he searched for the right words.

"I didn't," Helen interjected, sensing Derek's suspicion. She spoke directly, feigning innocence. "It wasn't me. I only sat here briefly and didn't touch the computer at all. Don't try to accuse me of anything."