Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 861

"I have no idea how to perform an autopsy," Helen said absentmindedly.

"You don't? Then how did you figure out he had a lung issue?" Theodore pressed, his tone assertive.

"I took his pulse while he was still alive. That's how I sensed it," Helen replied.

"Is that so?" Theodore stepped over the threshold and approached Helen, his voice now carrying a cryptic tone.

"I once met someone in Apreeka who corrected a mistake I made during an autopsy. Her nickname was Hela. Are you familiar with her, Ms. Spencer?"

"Nope," Helen replied dismissively. "Anyway, your task is complete; you may leave now. I'll transfer your payment to your account."

Theodore straightened up, a look of certainty on his face. He removed the gloves from his hands and turned back into the room to retrieve his toolkit, preparing to depart.

As he passed Helen, he paused and said meaningfully, "Until next time, then."

"I'll escort you out," Chandler said, trailing after him like a ghost.

As they approached the gate, Chandler abruptly came to a stop. "Stay away from her," he warned sharply.

Turning slowly, Theodore crossed his arms. "What's this? Just because you're her fiancé, you think you can decide who Helen can be friends with?"

"Don't play dumb with me," Chandler retorted, his dark eyes growing even more intense under the shadow of his lashes. "If you dare make a move on her, I promise you'll end up on the autopsy table."

"Wow! That's really intimidating!" Theodore scoffed, showing no sign of fear. "There are plenty of people who have their eyes on her. Do you think you can kill them all?"

Chandler narrowed his eyes, his voice laced with menace. "I'll kill every single one of them, one by one."

Theodore nodded and gave Chandler a thumbs-up. "Impressive."

After a pause, he added, "It's easy to take out one or two people. Maybe you should understand the full picture before you start making threats like that."

With those words hanging between them, Theodore turned and strode into the night, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

"Oh, don't be shy. I'm very open-minded," Jenson suddenly interrupted, giving Reggie a friendly pat on the chest. "So, tell me, who made the first move?"

Upon hearing this, Reggie sighed in exasperation. He gathered his patience before calmly stating, "Mr. Newton assigned me to handle Captain Whitmore's daily needs, nothing more."

His tone was firm and composed, devoid of any humor.

Reggie was known for his serious demeanor; it was a consensus among everyone who knew him.

Jenson awkwardly cleared his throat and let go of Reggie's shoulder, smoothly shifting the conversation, "So, how is Mr. Whitmore doing? Why does he need your help?"

"He's fine," Reggie explained respectfully, "but Ms. Spencer seems to have targeted his pressure points, leaving him immobilized."

Initially, Reggie was hesitant to accept that Helen had such abilities, but the evidence was undeniable.

Reggie had seen it with his own eyes the night before—Helen only needed a single acupuncture needle to bring Larry down. Even though Larry was much larger than Reggie, he fell to his knees almost instantly.