Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 781

Not enough?

This was certainly beyond what Cameron had anticipated.

He had pictured himself handing Helen his bank card and promising to support her for the rest of her life. Instead, she astonished him with a billion dollars, a scenario far from what Cameron had imagined.

After a moment, Cameron composed himself. A frown creased his face as he asked, "Where did you get this money?"

As Cameron spoke to Helen, his gaze remained fixed on Chandler. He couldn't help but wonder if Chandler was using money to entice Helen away.

Chandler quickly distanced himself, calmly stating, "It has nothing to do with me."

"I'm not entirely sure," Helen mused casually, sinking back into the sofa and crossing her right leg over her left.

"Perhaps it came from payments I've received from past patients. With so much money in my disposal, it's hard to keep track."

Being aware of Helen's medical expertise, Cameron found reassurance in her explanation.

But after a moment of contemplation, he pushed the card back toward her. "These funds are important to you—they're your savings. I can't take them."

As Cameron spoke, he couldn't shake the image of Helen conducting anywhere from dozens to over a hundred acupuncture treatments.

He wondered just how many years it had taken her to accumulate such a substantial amount of money.

While a billion dollars might not hold much significance to the Boston family, to Helen, it represented her hard-earned savings. Cameron couldn't bear the thought of handing it over to those indifferent executives.

"Any problem that money can solve isn't really a problem. Besides, this won't impact my savings significantly.

"A billion dollars is probably the smallest sum I've received for medical fees, so you don't need to be courteous with me," Helen remarked as she removed her glasses, her authoritative demeanor returning effortlessly.

Sensing her commanding presence, Cameron quietly took the card. Despite this, his confusion only grew.

However, after numerous failed attempts, it became increasingly apparent that the other party was well-prepared. Despite her efforts, Helen found herself unable to breach their systems.

Who could this person possibly be? They seemed to possess keen instincts for counter-surveillance and impressive technical skills.

In all her previous encounters, Helen had never faced such a formidable opponent.

She sighed in frustration, glancing at the time on her computer screen—11:55 pm. With a decisive click, she shut down the computer and got ready for bed.

As Helen lay down in bed, she caught the faint sound of footsteps from the neighboring yard, quickly followed by the distant hum of a car engine starting up.

At this hour, where could Chandler possibly be headed?

Without hesitation, Helen pulled out her phone and launched a tracking app she had personally developed. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she observed the red dot on the screen slowly moving.

This was the tracker she had secretly installed on Chandler's phone while playing games on it yesterday. It logged the locations where Chandler stayed for more than five minutes and automatically stored the data.