Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 815

The next morning, everyone gathered around the breakfast table.

Chandler was in high spirits, savoring his meal at a relaxed pace. His tranquility stemmed mainly from Shawn, who sat directly across from him.

Shawn was wrapped in a thick blanket, his neck concealed within its folds. Despite sitting near the fireplace, he continued to shiver uncontrollably.

As he tried to eat his cereal with a spoon, his hands trembled incessantly, resembling the tremors often associated with Parkinson's disease.

Halfway through the meal, a man abruptly burst through the front door and stood confidently next to the dining table. He posed like a model, showing off his expensive suit.

Helen briefly glanced at him but remained silent.

"And who might you be?" Melody scrutinized his face for a moment, finding it hard to believe. "Ambrose?"

"Yes, Mrs. Boston," Ambrose replied with a respectful bow, his deferential manner confirming his identity.

Normally, Ambrose was clad in worn-out camouflage attire, giving him a disheveled appearance. Today, however, he had exchanged his usual clothes for a smart suit and had a neatly slicked-back hairstyle.

Most noticeably, his facial scar had disappeared, and even the rough patches on his skin had been smoothed out.

Ambrose had undergone a remarkable transformation into a handsome young man, a makeover so drastic that Melody initially failed to recognize him.

Upon realizing it was Ambrose, Melody couldn't help but stand up in astonishment.

She walked over to him and placed her hands on his face, examining him closely. "Goodness, your scar disappeared overnight. How did this happen?"

Ambrose chuckled cheerfully, lifting his chin and gesturing toward Shawn. "I used up the entire bottle of that guy's medicine. It was just enough to cover my whole face!"

Nothing could deter a woman in her quest for beauty.

Just as Shawn was about to eat a spoonful of cereal, Ambrose suddenly grabbed his arm, causing the spoonful to fall back into the bowl.

"Shawn, how much more of that amazing stuff do you have?" Ambrose asked eagerly. "Or better yet, do you have the formula? Let's team up—I'll invest, and you can provide the formula. If we can market this, we'll be on our way to fortune!"

Shawn stared at the cereal in front of him, his face displaying a mix of frustration and irritation. He gritted his teeth, choosing not to respond.

Meanwhile, Ambrose was caught up in his entrepreneurial fantasies, murmuring to himself, "You're a complete goldmine, not only for what you've given me. I bet that bag of yours is packed with treasures—medicines found nowhere else in the world.

"It's not just about becoming rich, but unbelievably wealthy! We'd accumulate so much wealth that we wouldn't be able to spend it all in a lifetime!"