Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 768

Jenson arrived half an hour earlier at Shadow Lounge than scheduled.

After a brief wait, a waiter opened the door, revealing a man with a rugged appearance and a distinctive scar across his nose. He confidently walked in and took a seat directly opposite Jenson.

"Are you Eagle?" Jenson asked, feeling a rush of anticipation. This meeting marked his first encounter with someone from SK Group.

Despite his eagerness to meet Vulture, a prominent figure within the organization, Jenson acknowledged the significance of meeting with someone tasked with assessing recruits.

From the moment Eagle entered, he ignored Jenson completely. Even after settling into his seat, he kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, exuding an air of aloofness.

Eagle's self-assured demeanor only reinforced Jenson's conviction of his affiliation with SK Group.

"Where's Shawn?" Eagle asked icily.

"Well, we'll have to wait a bit. The person who knows his location hasn't shown up yet," Jenson replied with a smirk.

Upon hearing this, Eagle slowly raised his head, giving Jenson a skeptical look. "Are you playing games with me?"

"Of course not," Jenson responded firmly, picking up two glasses of wine and approaching Eagle.

Extending a glass to him, he continued, "SK Group is an organization many aspire to join. I wouldn't risk my chances. Have a drink first; you won't have to wait much longer."

Eagle eyed the drink in Jenson's hand, squinting thoughtfully for a moment before cautiously reaching out to accept it.

Jenson clinked his glass against Eagle's before swiftly downing his drink in one gulp. He then watched Eagle intently, eagerly awaiting his response.

Friendships among men often began at the drinking table, where respect was often measured by one's ability to handle alcohol.

Jenson was using this occasion to gauge Eagle's opinion of him.

After a moment's pause, he realized the implication. "Hold on, what did you just say? Mess with you? When did I do that? I simply offered you a drink, and you declined."

"Are you boldly denying that you spiked this wine?" Eagle chuckled with an unsettling tone.

"Spiked? What are you talking about?" Jenson was bewildered. "Is there something in the drink?"

As Jenson's words trailed off, foam began to dribble from his mouth.

Instinctively, Jenson's hand moved toward the foam gathering at his lips. Before he could fully comprehend the situation, he slumped forward and collapsed onto the table.

Meanwhile, Eagle's sudden realization that he had been deceived spurred him into action. He swiftly rose from his seat, ready to make an escape.

At that precise moment, the door swung open, revealing Helen and Chandler entering the room.