Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 780

Cameron's fury was unmistakable, his expression contorting with anger. Each time he glanced at Chandler, the animosity in his eyes seemed to escalate.

Chandler cleared his throat awkwardly, attempting to explain, "What Helen meant is that we've been together for a while now—holding hands, hugging—it's become second nature to us. You'll get used to it eventually."

With that, Chandler nervously shifted his gaze to his computer screen, purposefully avoiding Cameron's intense stare. Despite his efforts, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Helen from the corner of his eye.

"My dear Helen, ever since you found your family, your newfound boldness has been catching me off guard," Chandler mused silently.

Cameron's eyes widened in disbelief at Chandler's words, his teeth clenched with frustration.

What nonsense was Chandler spewing? Did he really think Cameron was oblivious?

Helen was only a young woman—how could this scoundrel dare to take advantage of her like this?

Cameron slapped his forehead in despair, muttering, "It's my fault, entirely mine…"

If only he had found Helen sooner and taught her more about relationships, Chandler wouldn't have dared to overstep his bounds.

"Who got you this worked up?" Helen asked, her expression innocent.

Chandler shrugged, pretending to be oblivious.

"I'm just fed up!" Cameron huffed, sinking into his chair with frustration.

"I see," Helen responded casually, pulling out an acupuncture needle. "Would you like an acupuncture treatment to help you relax?"

Cameron was momentarily speechless. He couldn't help but suspect that Helen might be a bit unhinged.

"No, thank you," Cameron said, waving his hand dismissively. "I'm just upset because of Faye and Dad."

"Then win them over to your side," Jenson interjected cheerfully, joining the conversation. "My brother always says, 'With the right offer, there's no deal you can't seal.'"

Cameron smiled wryly. "Sure, if the offer is right. But where am I supposed to find that kind of money, Mr. Jenson?"

"In that case, I'm out of ideas." Jenson shrugged before swiftly exiting the room.

Just as he left, a bank card landed on Cameron's table with a soft thud.

"Here's a billion dollars. Use this for now," Helen said nonchalantly, munching on potato chips.

Cameron's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the bank card in disbelief.

At that moment, Helen finally looked up, her expression innocent. "Is this not enough?"