Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 865

Halfway through his attempt to crawl away, Oliver found himself face-to-face with a pair of shiny leather shoes.

He froze in place. As he looked up, he saw Ambrose standing with his arms crossed, a wry smile playing on his lips.

Oliver nervously swallowed and forced a smile. "Hey there, buddy. I've got this. I'll just roll myself out of here!"

"Oh really?" Ambrose raised an eyebrow and stepped aside. "Go ahead and roll away then. Let's see how good you are at it. If I'm not satisfied—"

"I promise you'll be satisfied," Oliver interjected nervously.

With that, he lay down and began rolling on the ground. Each roll was interrupted by the pain shooting from his broken leg, causing his face to contort in agony. Despite the pain, Oliver refused to make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally crossed the threshold of the gate. Once outside, he hugged his leg tightly, biting his lip to stifle his cries.

In that instant, several guards from the Boston family hurried over. They swiftly lifted Oliver and carried him away in a state of panic.

Perplexed by the sudden turn of events, Jenson spoke up, "What's going on? Isn't that man from the Boston family your cousin, Helen?"

Despite Jenson's question, Helen remained silent. She entered the neighboring house, heading straight to Kyle's room.

Kyle was seated in front of his laptop, looking visibly frustrated. When he saw Helen, he let out a dejected sigh and said, "I still can't get in touch with the black hand."

"But you've managed SK Group for so many years. Don't you have a way to bypass internal communications and directly contact the organization members?" Helen asked.

"As you know, I handle operations, not software development," Kyle explained with a shrug. "I might consider contacting the hacker Hexa, though their fees are quite high. Unfortunately, SK Group's budget is already stretched thin."

Helen paused for a moment before taking over Kyle's laptop. Her fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard as she deftly navigated the screen.

Her rapid keystrokes left Kyle in awe.

They were quintessential intellectuals, dressed in modest attire and sporting glasses. Even their hairstyles reflected a sense of conventionality.

Despite the dusty surroundings, their scholarly elegance was unmistakable.

The window for surveillance had closed, and tonight presented the black hand with a crucial opportunity to act. Any further delay risked others apprehending the couple before him.

As the black hand contemplated this, his phone continued to buzz incessantly.

Glancing at the screen, he noticed an unfamiliar number.

The black hand decided not to answer; until his mission was complete, his phone was strictly for outgoing communications. He couldn't afford any distractions or complications.

Without hesitation, he pressed the reject button.