Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 913

With his limited education, Ambrose found himself out of his depth in theoretical discussions. He could only silently lament in his heart following Helen's stern rebuke.

Helen's reaction seemed overly harsh; after all, he had merely made a lighthearted joke. Was such an extreme response really necessary?

Furthermore, it was true that not all female celebrities in the entertainment industry upheld a spotless reputation. Ambrose believed his criticism wasn't entirely unfounded.

He blamed Jenson's obsession with Hannah Mitchell for his current predicament. Just mentioning her name had nearly led to disaster. From now on, Ambrose vowed to stay away from her.

Following the ordeal, Ambrose remained silent throughout the journey back home.

Before long, Helen and Jenson returned to the room together. As Helen reached for the key card to unlock the door, they heard the lock clicking open from inside.

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Tonya standing there. Her narrowed eyes bore into them, a dangerous glint betraying her intent.

"Didn't you say you were going to give me Hannah Mitchell's poster? But seriously, taking it from the photo studio by the side of the road?" she questioned.

Helen tucked the room key card away and regarded Tonya calmly. "Have you been trailing us? Wait a minute. Carles was driving. There's no way you could have followed us. So, who did you plant the tracker on?"

As Helen's words faded, she had already deduced the answer. Among them, Jenson was the only one who hadn't been cautious. There was no doubt that the tracker was on him.

Her eyes lit up with curiosity. "Where did you obtain the tracker?"

"I made it myself," Tonya boasted. "It's nothing fancy—just a GPS locator and a pair of signal transceivers."

"And how did you manage to attach it to Jenson?" Helen probed.

"What in the world?" Jenson's defenses crumbled instantly, his words slipping out in shock. "Did you really plant a tracker on me?"

Tonya shrugged nonchalantly. "It honestly wasn't difficult at all. I simply tugged on his necktie and slipped it on when he wasn't paying attention."

At Tonya's words, Helen peeled off the tape from the poster, revealing its contents—a prominent 'H' signature in the bottom right corner.

The instant Tonya laid eyes on Hannah Mitchell's profile on the poster, she was certain of its authenticity. She walked over in a daze and delicately gripped the two corners of the poster.

"It's definitely Hannah Mitchell, and look, there's her signature too. Her 'H' always resembles a ladder," Tonya remarked, her eyes brimming with tears of joy.

She gently placed the poster on the table and began to unroll it carefully, as though unveiling a precious treasure.

The playful jab about her signature took Helen aback; her eyes twitched slightly, betraying a hint of embarrassment.

"Why would you keep Hannah Mitchell's signed poster in such a crowded, messy place? Aren't you concerned it might get damaged or dirty?" Tonya asked reproachfully, examining the poster with the scrutiny of an archaeologist.

"Sometimes, the places that seem the riskiest turn out to be the safest," Helen replied nonchalantly.