Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 943

Everyone turned to the source of the laughter and saw a young woman standing there—delicate and graceful, with an almost ethereal beauty.

"Sorry, but this scene is just too hilarious. I couldn't keep it in."

Otto chuckled, tossing the man aside with a dismissive flick of his wrist, then turned his attention back to Helen.

The man rubbed his sore wrist, his face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He glared at Helen, seething. "And just who do you think you are, you ignorant bitch? Are you looking for trouble?"

He knew he couldn't stand up to Otto and had already lost face. But being mocked by a woman—now that was something he couldn't let slide. His pride was on the line.

"Are you talking about me?" Helen asked with an innocent tilt of her head, her voice sweetly sarcastic. "I must be that rich, clueless woman you've been gossiping about..."

Otto strode up to Helen, towering over her as he peered down with a hint of amusement. "Ms. Spencer, I've helped you out again. Let me see—how many times is this now? Have you figured out how you're going to repay me?"

Helen met his gaze with a frosty look. "Repay you? Not a chance. You did it on your own accord. I didn't ask you to."

Realizing they were on familiar terms, the man held his breath and tried to disappear into the background.

Seizing the opportunity while they were engrossed in their exchange, he quietly snatched his jacket from the chair and started shuffling toward the door, moving like a crab with each careful step.

"Hold it right there," Otto called out, his voice low and steady, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He turned around slowly, his gaze piercing.

Laura entered the room. She approached with a serious expression. "This isn't Destiny Corporation's turf. You'd be better off avoiding any more trouble."

"Oh, you've got it all wrong, Laura," Otto said, his face a mask of faux innocence. "I'm always on my best behavior. Why would I deliberately break the rules? You should be asking him."

He tilted his chin toward the man slumped against the wall.

The man continued to bow deeply to Helen. "Please, I admit my mistake. I promise it won't happen again. Have a heart and let me go this time!"

Helen clicked her tongue in annoyance, clearly uninterested. "Just get out of here. You're killing my appetite."

"Thank you, thank you!" The man scrambled out of the restaurant, and his companions quickly dispersed.

Helen clicked her tongue in irritation, ignoring Otto as she settled back into her seat. The moment she sat down, she felt a warm breath against her ear, gently caressing her neck.

At the same time, Otto's voice, low and teasing, whispered, "Ms. Spencer, in the old days, helping a damsel in distress often required a token of gratitude. Aren't you going to show your appreciation?"

The sensation sent a shiver down Helen's spine, making her body go weak. Confused and instinctively protective, she drew a silver needle and aimed it at Otto.

But before she could strike, Otto's hand closed around hers, stopping her cold.