Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 823

Della flew through the air in a dramatic arc before slamming into the ground, ending up on her back like a stranded turtle.

After considerable effort, she finally managed to get back on her feet. With a mix of anger and indignation, she jabbed a finger at Ambrose and demanded, "How could you? How dare you treat me like this?"

Ambrose, slipping his hands into his pockets, remained completely unfazed. "Yeah, I did. So, what are you going to do about it?"

In Glendale, even the wealthiest businessmen and magnates had to show respect in his presence. Did this young lady really believe he couldn't handle her?

Thanks to the influence of the Boston family, Della was used to being surrounded by people who were always deferential.

She had never encountered anyone as bold and aggressive as Ambrose. His assertive demeanor left her feeling utterly powerless and at a loss for words.

Her face reddened as she fumbled for a response, stamping her feet in frustration.

At that moment, Chandler emerged from inside, walking at a deliberate pace. Spotting him, Della hurried over and grabbed his arm, pleading, "Mr. Chandler!"

Chandler halted immediately, his piercing gaze settling on her hand gripping his arm.

A shiver ran down Della's spine. Startled, she instinctively loosened her grip and pulled her hand away.

She reassured herself that it was just a matter of adjustment. In time, perhaps Chandler would become less distant.

With renewed resolve, Della gathered her courage and put on a sorrowful expression.

She deliberately sniffled and said tearfully, "Mr. Chandler, your subordinate was incredibly rude. I only asked for a bit of help, but he not only threw me out but also spoke to me harshly. It's as though he has no respect for you at all!"

Chandler gave Ambrose a dismissive glance and said coldly, "Who said he works for me?"

"What?" Della's expression faltered in surprise. "Isn't he one of your staff?"

"No," Chandler replied curtly before turning and walking away.

Stunned, Della stood frozen in place. After watching Chandler disappear around the corner, she turned back to Ambrose, her sense of dread intensifying in the face of his defiant demeanor.

Della was caught off guard, and tears streamed down her face.

Through her sobs, she pleaded, "Helen, if you don't like me, just say so. I'll make sure to stay out of your way. There's no need for your staff to treat me disrespectfully.

"Please remember, I'm here as your guest. Any negative incident involving me would reflect badly on you."

Helen remained unfazed, raising her eyes to Ambrose. "Did you hit her?" she asked.

"No," Ambrose replied immediately, his expression innocent.

Technically, he wasn't lying. He had forcefully removed Della but had not caused her any physical harm.

"He said he didn't," Helen affirmed, shifting her focus back to Della.

"He's lying!" Della objected vehemently. "Helen, this man has no moral compass. You can't keep him around! I'm your cousin; you have to believe me!"