Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 868

Despite Chandler's words, he lowered his gaze and signaled to Ambrose to release his grip. It was only then that Ambrose let go of Jenson.

Jenson, who had been struggling fiercely moments earlier, suddenly found himself freed. He stumbled forward a few steps before steadying himself against a pillar, coughing abruptly.

"You really brought this upon yourself," Helen quipped.

Chandler glanced at Jenson indifferently before walking over to Helen. "Helly, please compile a list of any medicinal herbs that Ms. Sylvia and Kyle might need. There's a black market tonight on the outskirts; I'll go and get them."

"Has the black market reached Aguilisco as well?" Helen asked.

"Yes." Chandler nodded. "It's the first time in 13 years. You're in luck."

"Definitely," Helen concurred.

The black market's enduring existence was largely attributed to its constantly shifting locations.

Those eager to experience its allure firsthand had to diligently track updates on the dark web, with the exact venue typically disclosed just a day before opening.

Despite its secretive nature, the black market continued to attract enthusiasts from across the nation and beyond, drawing them in like moths to a flame.

As a result, gaining entry to the black market demanded considerable resources and influence. Merely being a shareholder in one of Nexus Group's entities was certainly not enough.

Nonetheless, Helen was aware that Chandler wielded significant influence behind the scenes, although he had not yet disclosed everything to her.

"Chandler, please take me with you!" Jenson rushed over, stumbling over his words.

"You?" Chandler raised an eyebrow curiously. "If I take you, you might not even realize if you end up being sold."

"Chandler, are you even my big brother? I might only know about eating, drinking, and having fun, but I don't want to be stuck like this forever.

"Alright, you can go. But first, we need to establish some ground rules," he said earnestly. "You must remain within my line of sight at all times, stay within three feet of me, and listen to my instructions."

"I'll follow your lead," Helen agreed. After all, that was always the case when Chandler was involved.

Upon hearing this, Chandler gave a slight nod. However, his expression quickly turned stern as he observed Jenson's visibly excited demeanor beside him.

"Don't celebrate too soon. I'm going to make a call now. If I can only secure one ticket, you'll have to stay home!"

Disregarding Jenson's resentful glare, Chandler calmly picked up his phone and stepped away to make the call.

Jenson clicked his tongue in annoyance. When he turned back, he saw Helen busy typing a message.

The text she sent read, "Please arrange approximately five to six entries into the night market."