Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 804

"But with my natural beauty, how could I possibly end up looking ugly?" Shawn proclaimed, his self-confidence overflowing.

Helen lifted her gaze to meet his. "Are you questioning my skills?"

"Oh, not at all!" Shawn quickly reassured her. "But, please, tread lightly. If I end up too unrecognizably hideous, I might struggle to face myself!"

The revelation that Lord Hela was just a 20-year-old woman had profoundly shaken Shawn; he couldn't fathom a more surprising discovery.

Shawn had no doubt that Helen possessed the skill to make his face appear exceptionally unattractive.

Without uttering a word, Helen proceeded with her task.

Half an hour later, Shawn stood before the mirror, admiring Helen's artistry. "Marvelous, absolutely marvelous! I now see the allure my youthful face gains with a touch of maturity..."

Ignoring Shawn's words, Helen strode over to the table and deftly used an acupuncture needle to awaken Ambrose.

In an instant, Ambrose jolted awake, his eyes snapping open. Standing up, he found himself face-to-face with Shawn.

A frown creased his face as he took a step back. With his hand on his chin, he scrutinized Shawn's face intently.

Something didn't add up. Was his vision playing tricks on him just now? He distinctly recalled Helen's lover as a young, handsome man. So, who was this guy?

Feeling uncomfortable under Ambrose's gaze, Shawn disregarded him and walked straight to Helen's side. He retrieved an acupuncture needle and calmly pricked it into his own neck.

A few seconds later, Shawn's voice took on a noticeably more weathered tone. "So, how does my voice sound now, boss? Is it sexy enough?"

Helen's expression twisted with resignation. She turned away and replied disinterestedly, "Yeah, it's sexy enough."

To Ambrose, their exchange sounded like shameless flirtation. After all, he had been by Helen's side for so long. Aside from Chandler, he hadn't heard her compliment anyone else.

"Then could it be because of him?" Shawn asked coldly, giving Ambrose a suspicious look.

"Hey, what's with that expression?" Ambrose shot back sharply. "Everyone who walks these streets deals with the police. If you're so easily unnerved, what kind of man are you?"

Ambrose grew increasingly irritated by Shawn's stare. At that moment, he made a resolute decision—regardless of Helen's other relationships, he was determined to ensure Chandler remained her main partner.

"Are you seriously accusing me of being a coward?" Shawn scoffed coldly, a derisive edge to his voice. "Who was just begging for Helen's intervention moments ago? How can you call yourself a man? Pathetic."

"Mind your own business! I came to seek help from my lady, not you," Ambrose shot back defiantly. "I see through your motives—you rushed over here because you're afraid of losing favor with her. Men who depend solely on women have no right to belittle others!"

"Even in my worst moments, I wouldn't be caught groveling after a young woman and calling her 'my lady'!" Shawn sneered dismissively.

Helen's expression turned incredulous. "Why does it seem like both of you take pride in depending on women?"