Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 877

Jim remained composed, acting as though nothing had happened. He waved his hand dismissively, signaling to his henchmen to remove Mutt and his severed legs.

Witnessing this scene, Jenson couldn't help but frown.

In his experience, Jim had always been known for his principles, especially in his dealings with Helen. Therefore, it was surprising to see him act so ruthlessly, injuring Mutt's legs without hesitation.

Chandler had been right; the outside world wasn't as straightforward as Jenson had imagined.

Once Mutt had been escorted away, Mike settled back into his wooden chair. "So, are you satisfied with the outcome?" he asked indifferently.

"Satisfaction isn't the point. Even though you've taken out Mutt, there are countless others waiting to fill his shoes.

"Mike, I get that the black market operates outside the law, but do you genuinely have no moral constraints?" Helen countered.

Mike remained unfazed, his head bowed. "I didn't realize you were now speaking on behalf of the police."

"This isn't about the police," Helen shot back. "It's about fairness in business. Mutt's men not only harvested organs without compensation but also showed no regard for their victims' lives. How is that any different from cannibalism?"

"Okay, okay…" Mike cut in, waving his hand dismissively. "I've taken care of Mutt; his whole crew will be gone soon. We haven't seen each other in a while, so let's not ruin our reunion over this small issue, alright?"

"In that case, let's skip the small talk." Helen composed herself and got straight to the point. "I'm here to discuss business with you."

"You always seem to have a purpose when you visit, don't you?" Mike teased, his voice tinged with a hint of reproach. "Can't you just once arrive empty-handed and leave the same way?"

"No," Helen asserted. "Ever heard the saying 'a thief never leaves empty-handed'? Well, I'm a thief and a villain. I take what I want from you—there's no question of giving anything back."

"Wow, I didn't realize you had a knack for cracking jokes now. That's quite amusing." Mike chuckled softly and raised his head, his eyes reflecting echoes of Chandler's intense gaze.

In a provocative gesture, he placed one foot on the edge of the chair and motioned for Helen, calling out, "Hey, Hels, come over here."

With his hands clasped behind his back, he shot a meaningful glance in Chandler's direction.

Helen rolled her eyes playfully. "I've already said he's my fiancé. If you continue to stare at him, I might need to step in."

The onlookers were left puzzled.

"What?" Ambrose chimed in with his typical wit. "Looks like this guy isn't after Helen; he's got his eyes on Mr. Newton."

"How absurd!" Mike retorted, adopting a playful tone. "So what if I'm looking at him? It's not like I'm planning to steal him away!"

Chandler broke into a sheepish smile. He stood silently behind Helen, determined not to budge.

Mike's expression quickly soured, a touch of melancholy in his voice as he remarked, "He's so handsome. It's a shame he's not my boyfriend…"