Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 856

Helen frowned slightly, choosing to stay silent.

Chandler reached out, patting her arm reassuringly. "Take a break. I'll handle this."

With that, he opened the door to the room and stepped inside.

Owen had regained his composure, lounging nonchalantly in the chair. He gave Chandler a disdainful glance and remarked, "Here comes another one."

After a pause, he taunted, "Go ahead, employ whatever tricks you have. If I manage to get out of here alive, I'll ensure everything that transpired here today sees the light of day."

Meanwhile, Chandler stood over Owen, maintaining his silence. Stray locks of hair partially obscured his dark eyes, enhancing his enigmatic air.

Owen waited in silence, growing increasingly puzzled by Chandler's lack of response. Eventually, he lifted his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"What's going on? Why aren't you talking? Are you trying to play nice now? Let me tell you, flattery won't work. You'd better swallow those sweet words before it's too late."

Nonetheless, Chandler remained unfazed by Owen's provocations. He calmly pulled out a chair and sat across from Owen, crossing his right leg over his left and casually intertwining his fingers on his knee.

He slowly raised his gaze, speaking in a measured tone, "Owen Boyce, you're the youngest member of the Physics Frontier Organization. At 13, you gained international acclaim by winning the International Physics Award.

"Since joining the organization, you've risen to prominence as a key member, implicated in numerous high-profile physicist suicides both internationally and domestically. Despite this, you have managed to evade capture successfully."

As Chandler's words sank in, Owen's expression briefly betrayed a flicker of panic. "Who are you? How did you manage to investigate the Physics Frontier?"

"That's none of your concern." Chandler maintained his stoic demeanor, his deep, obsidian eyes betraying no emotion. "All I need to know is why Helen has become a target for your organization."

"No comment." Owen's expression grew uneasy, a hint of inner turmoil flickering in his eyes.

Owen had already stopped breathing. His eyes were wide open, a slight trace of blood staining the corner of his mouth.

Chandler's brow furrowed as he gripped Owen's jaw. With frustration in his eyes, he forcefully pried open Owen's mouth.

He had acted just a moment too late.

As Chandler stood up, his sudden movement caused the chair to crash loudly, drawing everyone outside into the room.

Upon entering, they found Chandler holding Owen, whose eyes remained wide open.

Ambrose's expression faltered, his nostrils flaring. "Mr. Newton, did you really silence him to clear Helen's name?"