Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 814

Ambrose approached with a contemptuous grin, gloating, "Looks like you've landed in trouble with the lady. It serves you right. You should've known better than to bite the hand that feeds you!"

Shawn shivered in the cold, his teeth chattering as he squinted. "W-When have I ever failed to show my gratitude? Remove this needle from me right now..."

"You still won't admit it, huh?" Ambrose retorted, crossing his arms indignantly. "I'm not blind to who you really are.

"If I hadn't covered for you with that cop, you'd be in cuffs by now! You've given gifts to everyone except me. Do you really hold me in such low regard?"

"Ambie…" Shawn sighed in resignation. "I actually had your gift ready a long time ago. I just wanted to tease you a bit.

"But unfortunately, you took it the wrong way and made a fuss. That's why I got annoyed and didn't give it to you. "

"What?" Ambrose skeptically stroked his chin. "So, what exactly did you prepare for me? Let's hear it."

"Could you please take the needle out first," Shawn said, trembling.

"No way," Ambrose insisted stubbornly. "You're too sneaky. If I let you go now, you'll probably find a way out. Your things are all in that bag anyway. Just tell me what it is, and I'll get it myself."

"You can't accept gifts from someone and then set conditions," Shawn muttered, clearly annoyed. "Forget it. In the biggest section of the bag, there's something about the size of a chess set. Go and get it yourself."

Ambrose wasted no time. He entered swiftly and began searching through Shawn's bag.

The bag was a true treasure trove. Despite its small size, it was crammed with dozens of different medications.

Ambrose understood the value of each medicine. Nonetheless, he wasn't motivated by greed. After briefly satisfying his curiosity, he found the box Shawn had described and made his way out.

"Is this the one?" Ambrose held up the medicine, inspecting it closely. "It's just this small box. What's so remarkable about it?"

"This stuff is worth more than gold. Apply a thick layer on your face tonight. By tomorrow morning, the scar on your face will disappear," Shawn explained, his tone turning serious as he sensed a slight numbness in his legs.

"Did I ever agree to that?" Ambrose replied with an innocent expression. "I don't recall promising anything. That was your idea."

"You little—" Shawn's anger simmered beneath the surface, but he fought to maintain his composure.

Through gritted teeth, he continued, "Fine, maybe I did say that. But I gave you medicine to remove your scar and enhance your appearance. Don't you think I deserve some gratitude?"

"That's funny. I thought this box of medicine was your way of expressing gratitude for my timely help. Why would I owe you thanks? We're even now, got it?" Ambrose asserted confidently.

"You jerk!" Shawn exclaimed angrily.

"I learned from the best," Ambrose retorted casually. He then turned and vanished into the adjacent room, closing the door behind him.

That night, Shawn lay awake, unable to sleep.