Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 770

"If you can knock me down again, then fine! Otherwise, just tell the truth. Don't force me to use violence against a woman!" Eagle's eyes narrowed, his demeanor threatening.

"What? Well…" Helen hesitated. It suddenly dawned on her that she had promised Chandler not to interfere whenever he was around.

"If you can't comply, then just say it. My patience is running out!" Eagle cautioned sternly.

Ignoring his warning, Helen turned to Chandler with a pleading look. "Can't we make an exception this time? After all, he did ask for it."

"No. Let me take care of it," Chandler responded firmly, his gaze unwavering.

"But he specifically asked for me," Helen retorted, biting her lip. She looked earnestly at Chandler, silently pleading for his understanding.

Chandler felt a tug at his heart, unable to deny Helen's request. He sighed reluctantly before conceding, "Fine, but be careful. Don't put yourself in danger."

Helen's face instantly brightened. With a mischievous smile playing on her lips, she assured him, "Don't worry, I know my boundaries."

Annoyed by their flirtatious behavior, Eagle grumbled, "Are you two putting on a show for me? How dare you exchange glances and gestures as if I'm not even in the room."

"Get them both! Break the guy's legs and grab the woman!" Eagle barked, prompting the group of men to surge forward. However, Chandler swiftly responded with punches and kicks, effectively keeping everyone at bay.

On Helen's front, the men lowered their defenses, and only two dashed toward her.

Helen stood firm, her interest fading as she furrowed her brow.

What did they mean by this? How could they send only two men to confront her? Did they truly underestimate her abilities?

Helen's natural beauty was captivating, her fragile demeanor adding to her delicate appearance.

Upon observing her petite figure, the two burly men hesitated to strike, pausing just half a step away. With a swift motion, they reached out and firmly grasped one of Helen's shoulders.

Eagle instinctively clutched the spot where the needle had landed. Suddenly, he felt his body lose control, realizing his pressure points had been precisely targeted.

No matter how Eagle fought against it, his limbs remained unresponsive.

"What have you done to me?" he demanded.

At his words, a faint smile graced Helen's lips. She extended her index finger and lightly tapped Eagle's head. In an instant, he collapsed heavily to the floor.

Helen stood tall over his head, exuding a dominant presence. Her smile carried a mixture of wickedness and allure. With deliberate force, she raised her foot and brought it down decisively.

As Helen's foot descended, a strong rush of air assaulted Eagle's eyes and ears. The impact shattered the marble tiles beneath his head into several pieces.

Eagle appeared like a helpless prey caught in a snare, his eyes filled with fear.