Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 897

On the way home, Helen kept texting on her phone.

"Who are you chatting with? You respond so quickly," Chandler asked, seemingly jealous.

"I'm chatting with an alcohol-lover. He loves to drink, and he will definitely not miss out on this bottle of Romanee Conti," Helen replied. Then, she took a photo of herself with the Romanee Conti and tapped on the chatroom to send it over.

Chandler saw it from the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't help stepping on the accelerator harder.

Helen had never done something so intimate as sending him a selfie. Who on the other end could enjoy such a treatment?

The two elders of the Spencer family? It couldn't be. Their health wouldn't allow them to drink too much alcohol.

The Boston family was currently in a mess, so it couldn't be them as well.

It was even more impossible to be her classmates, who were all young women. They might not even drink, let alone appreciate the quality of the wine.

"Who could it be?" Chandler was so absorbed in his thoughts that he subconsciously spoke his mind. Just one moment of inattention, he rear-ended the vehicle in front of him.

Both parties tacitly pulled over to the side of the road, so that they wouldn't block the road.

"Are you alright?" Chandler quickly checked on Helen. After making sure that she wasn't hurt, he unbuckled the seat belt and got out of the car.

He went around his car and walked toward the rear of the other party's car. He frowned after seeing the driver's face, who was inspecting the damage to her car. "Kiara?"

Kiara looked up at him with complicated emotions in her eyes. "It's you?"

"Forget it." Kiara kicked the bumper. "You may leave. You don't have to be responsible for it."

She was a nobody now. She was unable to offer any help to Chandler and didn't deserve him. Most importantly, she didn't want him to see her at her lowest.

Everything belonging to the Randle family had been taken away, and this was the only car registered under the name of her late grandfather that they could continue using.

She had to move the usable things to her newly rented apartment and take care of her unconscious father in the hospital. She needed this car to move between the city and the outskirts.

If it weren't for the person named Dennis Longan, she would still be a pampered princess. Her father, who doted on her the most, would not be in a coma either.

She was unable to accept the fact until now, let alone face Chandler.

Helen instantly recognized Kiara's voice. "Kiara?"

"No." Kiara sniffed and denied, "You're mistaken."

She glanced sideways and decisively took the check from Chandler's hand. "I'll take the money, and this thing ends here. I'll not trouble you again in the future. That's it. You can go now."