Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 803

Ambrose lounged outside the house in a rocking chair, his face shaded by a straw hat. His crossed legs swayed leisurely, causing the chair to rock steadily.

"Hey." Out of nowhere, a man impatiently kicked him. "Where's Mr. Newton?" he demanded.

Ambrose's cheerful demeanor vanished instantly. With a grumble, he removed his hat and stood up. "Who do you think you are? Can't you see I'm Mr. Morgan? How dare you kick me!"

Their eyes met in an instant. Upon recognizing Larry's face, Ambrose scrambled to his feet and swiftly took off running.

"Damn it, how did you find me?" Ambrose exclaimed as he fled.

Larry closed the distance with determined strides, swiftly executing a grappling technique to tightly restrain him.

"Alright, Eagle! I've been searching for you for ages. I seriously can't believe you're here taking a vacation!"

Driven by anger, Larry tightened his grip, twisting Ambrose's hand painfully. "Ouch! Captain Whitmore, please, spare me! I won't run anymore! Please, let go!" Ambrose cried out in pain.

"Spare you? Dream on," Larry retorted sharply, reaching for the handcuffs at his waist.

"Larry."

Suddenly, a deep, low voice interrupted his actions. As he turned toward the source, Larry saw Chandler standing tall and composed at the entrance gate.

"Mr. Newton, help me, this guy's out of control!" Ambrose urgently pleaded.

Chandler maintained his stoic demeanor as he calmly addressed Larry, "Release him. He's under my supervision now. You won't have to deal with him anymore."

Ambrose had long been a notorious figure on the fringes of the law, continuously vexing law enforcement. They had been preparing to bring him in for some much-needed discipline.

However, since Chandler had intervened, Larry decided to seize the opportunity to do him a favor. Understanding the value of Chandler's goodwill, Larry believed it wise to extend this courtesy.

With that, Ambrose got ready to close the door and quietly slipped away.

But as he straightened up, Helen's acupuncture needle swiftly darted through the air toward him.

Ambrose felt a sharp sting in his neck. Undeterred, he instinctively covered the wound and approached a nearby table, calmly taking a seat.

He tested how he would collapse, making sure that landing on the table wouldn't look too awkward.

Within moments, Ambrose succumbed to unconsciousness, his body sprawled across the table.

"Who's this idiot?" Shawn asked, looking unimpressed.

"He's just a new recruit," Helen replied nonchalantly. "Don't worry about him. Let's focus on making your face uglier first."