Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 813

As Chandler walked away, a flicker of frustration crossed Helen's face. She had wanted to talk to him, but it seemed she'd have to wait for another chance.

She turned abruptly, fixing a stern gaze on Shawn. "What exactly are you up to?"

"I just wanted to be closer to you. Please don't be so cold, Helen," Shawn pleaded, trying to appear innocent.

Helen loosened her grip on her right hand, allowing a concealed acupuncture needle to slip out from her sleeve. She was now prepared to strike.

Shawn sensed her intention and quickly retreated into his room, huddling behind the door with only half of his head peeking out.

"I must warn you, Helen," he cautioned, "a noble person settles disagreements with words, not actions. How could you resort to violence without so much as a warning?"

"You brought this upon yourself," Helen retorted, taking another step forward.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Shawn hastily called out. "Stay right there. Don't come any closer! Why can't you see that I have your best interests at heart? I'm just trying to help you, don't you understand?"

"Unfortunately, I don't," Helen replied sharply. She couldn't shake the feeling that Shawn was about to cause trouble for the Spencer family.

"Well, it's not surprising that you wouldn't." Shawn sighed, finally stepping out from behind the door.

As soon as Shawn stood up, Helen swiftly launched her needle, effectively pinning him in place.

"Hey, hey, hey, could you at least let me finish speaking first?" Shawn pleaded with a mournful expression. He swore Helen was the most relentless woman he had ever encountered.

"Well, I certainly don't want you to run off again," Helen demanded sternly, her voice unforgiving as she shouted, "Spit it out!"

Shawn whimpered before speaking in a pitiful tone, "Considering how young you are, my concern is simply that you might be deceived.

"All I intended was to create a sense of urgency for your fiancé, hoping it would make him more attentive and caring toward you.

"Can't you see he's already showing signs of jealousy and behaving rudely toward me?"

"Hey, boss! Wait, don't go! Please help me!" Shawn called out urgently.

"You brought this upon yourself," Helen asserted nonchalantly. "Who told you it was okay to call me a dog?"

"When did I ever say such a thing?" Shawn protested, feeling unfairly accused.

Realizing the miscommunication, he lamented, "I only meant that you don't see my good intentions, not the other part!"

"Even implying it is unacceptable."

With that, Helen stormed into her room and slammed the door shut.

The cold night wind whipped fiercely around Shawn as he stood by the door, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. Tears welled up in his eyes amidst the biting chill.

Upon Ambrose's return, he discovered Shawn by the door, shivering violently from the harsh cold.