Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 816

"Dream on," Shawn replied curtly. "My medications are mine to manufacture and distribute as I choose. Selling them to others is not negotiable."

"Don't be so rigid," Ambrose persisted, gently clasping Shawn's hand. "Are you still upset about last night? How about I make it up to you? Let's talk about it—"

"No chance!" Shawn interrupted firmly, pushing him away.

One apology wasn't nearly enough to mend the situation. He refused to look the other way. This grievance would remain etched in memory.

But if there was one thing Ambrose excelled at, it was his ability to brush off rejection.

Despite being pushed away, he quickly reached out to Shawn again, pleading, "Oh, come on, we're all friends with Helen here. Don't be so distant."

As Helen glanced over, she couldn't help but notice Shawn and Ambrose holding onto each other. The sight struck her as peculiar, and she quietly set down her utensils.

As she stood up, she caught sight of two men and a woman entering, their faces lit up with smiles.

"Well, look who's here bright and early," Maurice Boston greeted them warmly, a sense of familiarity evident in his tone. "Are you all still enjoying breakfast?"

Upon hearing Maurice's voice, Cameron rose to his feet abruptly, adopting a guarded stance.

"Uncle Maurice, what brings you here?" Cameron asked tersely.

Before Cameron and Aaron encountered financial difficulties, Maurice had harbored ambitions of taking over the company. In recent years, his desire to take on the CEO position had only grown stronger.

Maurice was deceptive, hiding his true intentions behind a facade of nonchalance.

Cameron had once fallen for this deceptive charm in the past. However, after learning his lesson, he vowed never to get involved with Maurice's family again.

Having encountered many such individuals, Helen saw through them immediately. She remained silent, giving them a cold stare.

"Hello, Helen. My name is Della. I'm just a year younger than you," Della introduced herself, stepping forward and reaching out to link arms with Helen.

Nonetheless, Helen smoothly sidestepped, avoiding Della's touch.

Della hesitated briefly in the air before she withdrew her hand, her smile strained as she tried to conceal her discomfort.

As she looked up once more, intending to speak, she found herself trapped in Helen's unwavering stare.

In that moment, Della grasped the full intensity of Helen's gaze.

As their eyes met, a wave of unease swept over Della. It felt as though she stood in a blizzard, struggling to keep her eyes open against the biting wind.