Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 926

"Is there an issue with that?" Helen remained still, the knife in her hand gently swaying as it rested on her bent knee.

She narrowed her eyes, a mischievous idea forming in her mind. "Speaking of which, Mr. Sheridan, since I'm staying at your hotel and was nearly attacked in the parking lot, don't you think you should be held accountable?"

"Indeed, I should," Otto replied with a faint smile. "Ms. Spencer, I'm not sure where you're hurt, but if you need a doctor urgently, I can arrange for one to come right away."

"It's fine. I only lost a few strands of hair," Helen said with a shrug. Catching her mistake, she quickly added, "But even a minor injury is worth addressing. So don't think you can simply overlook this."

"What? Didn't you say it was just your hair…" Otto's words trailed off as he looked down, lost in thought.

Given Helen's impressive combat skills, the fact that she was left with severed hair highlighted the attacker's extreme brutality. It was clear that he intended to kill her.

Otto's gaze grew steely as he looked up, his demeanor suddenly brimming with menace. Helen was momentarily startled by the abrupt shift in his attitude.

By the time she regained her composure, Otto had already snatched the knife from her grip.

The knife's glint briefly caught Helen's eye, and almost immediately, a tortured scream shattered the silence.

Otto had driven the knife into the man's thigh. Without a word, he twisted it viciously, making the blade cut deeper.

"Ah—I'll talk, I'll talk!" the man yelled in agony. "I was sent to kidnap you in exchange for the Rockefeller emerald!" he confessed immediately.

As Helen took in the brutality of the scene, a frown tugged at her lips. Nonetheless, she kept her composure and demanded sharply, "Who sent you?"

"It was Faye Boston! Please, stop twisting the knife—it's unbearable…"

The attacker, who had been defiant just moments before, was now a pitiable mess of sweat, tears, and mucus; his suffering laid bare for everyone to see.

"You're free to leave whenever you like, Ms. Spencer. I'll arrange for someone to take care of the cleanup," he added.

As Helen looked at the handkerchief in her hand, a rush of emotion swept over her.

"Let the gentlemen handle the dirty work," she mused, feeling an uncanny sense of déjà vu. It felt as though Chandler had said something remarkably similar before.

Why did Chandler and Otto seem so eerily alike? Was it just her imagination?

As Otto saw the confusion on Helen's face, he felt a lump form in his throat.

For a moment, he completely lost track of his cover. In a lapse of self-control, he drew Helen into his arms, tenderly cradling her head as he pressed his lips to hers.

Helen immediately pulled away, responding with a sharp slap that sent Otto's head spinning to the side.