Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 873

Ambrose was furious, his fists clenched tightly. Despite being on the brink of losing control, he managed to rein in his fury.

Although he might have reacted differently on his own, he had to maintain his composure in front of Jenson and Helen.

His priority was their safety, especially Helen's—whether he would confront the situation or back down depended entirely on her response.

Meanwhile, Helen regarded the group's leader with a steady, impassive look. "So, you're the one who made the deal with him, correct?"

"What's it to you, sweetheart? Haven't you heard of Lucian Darke?" the man shot back, his face twisted with arrogance and contempt.

"It's irrelevant if you know him or not. Just remember my name, Mutt. Anyway, this is none of your business. Now, take your two sugar babies and get out of here!"

"Watch your mouth! Who are you calling sugar baby?" Jenson snapped.

"I'm talking about you! What's the matter? Want to settle this with a fight?" Mutt brandished the club in his hand, tapping it menacingly against his other palm.

"Fine, let's do this!" Jenson shot back, tossing aside his coat and getting ready for a fight. Even if he wasn't as skilled as Chandler, he was confident he could handle a few opponents.

As Jenson walked past Helen, she abruptly stopped him.

"Helen, don't worry. I can handle this. These guys might not be much of a challenge. Plus, we've got Ambrose with us. We're not at a disadvantage," Jenson assured her, confident in his and Ambrose's abilities.

Disregarding Jenson's remarks, Helen flashed Mutt a wry smile. "You've got it wrong. We're not here for a fight. We're here to negotiate a business deal."

"A business deal?" Mutt sneered, a fleeting, calculating glint in his eyes. He quickly regained his composure and asked sheepishly, "So, which one of you three is the product?"

Given their involvement in the organ trade, it was clear that "product" referred to a person.

He then turned on his heels and led the group back the way they had come.

Helen strode confidently, with Ambrose and Jenson following closely behind. Meanwhile, Mutt's two subordinates trailed at the back.

They maintained their formation, transitioning from the bustling market into an eerily quiet alley.

Ambrose sensed something was wrong and leaned closer, whispering, "These guys seem suspicious. Stay vigilant; we can't afford to be outsmarted."

Jenson nodded, his expression serious. Meanwhile, Helen continued to walk with a relaxed air, seemingly unfazed. Eventually, they reached a dead-end in the alley.

At the far end, Mutt turned slowly to face them, a smirk curling on his lips. Suddenly, a group of thugs armed with clubs appeared at the alley's entrance, moving closer toward them.