Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 900

Everyone looked over. Under the dim yellow light, a frail figure dragged a bag and walked into the yard with difficulty. Only when she got closer could everyone see her face clearly.

"Isn't she the daughter of the Randle family?" Dennis frowned. "Not only did she stage the accident on the road, she even followed us home. It seems like I wasn't harsh enough on the Randle family."

He then put down his cutlery and walked out, berating, "Do you not know how to be a lady? You want to cling to us, right? Leave with your things immediately, or I'll make you experience complete despair."

Kiara glared at him grudgingly. "Okay, make me go bankrupt again. I have nothing left now, anyway. I'm not afraid of anything."

Indeed, people who had nothing were the hardest to deal with. They had nothing to lose, so they were fearless.

But Dennis was a man who had climbed up from the bottom. He had encountered all kinds of people and used various means.

With just a shout from Kiara, he radiated an overwhelming presence, and murderous intent flourished in his shrewd eyes. "It seems like you're also not afraid of death."

Kiara gulped subtly. Of course, she was afraid of death, but she couldn't give in. She must stay here in order to return the pain they had inflicted on her, multifold.

"You want to kill me, right? You may, but you have to line up." Kiara directly went past him and walked a few steps in the yard, yelling, "Helen, I know I can't hide it from you.

"That's right, I approach you with a purpose. It isn't for Chandler but for my father. He's in a coma after my family went bankrupt. I know you can cure him.

"As long as you're willing to cure him, I can do anything you ask me to. Even if you refuse, I'll also stay and work as a maid for the Spencer family until the day you're moved and willing to treat my father."

With a smile, Helen picked up the steak and put it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed it before flashing him a smile. "It's really nice."

Chandler put up a satisfying smile and said nothing. He picked up his fork and knife again and ate leisurely.

Only then did Helen turn to look at the yard behind her and say firmly, "Let her kneel since she wants to kneel. Don't spoil her mood. Lychee, come back for dinner."

Dennis suppressed his hostility and strode back to his seat. As he picked up his fork and knife, he lowered his head and whispered, "Can you address me with another name? I'm a financial giant, after all. Show me some respect, please?"

Lychee sounded so funny and informal.