Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 944

Otto eyed the silver needle with a smirk, clearly amused. "You know, trying to murder your husband isn't exactly legal."

Helen's jaw tightened as she shot back, "I could always just make sure you're barely hanging on. That should suffice."

"Oh, how cruel," Otto said with a teasing smile. His smile widened. "Ah, so you're acknowledging me as your husband, then?"

"You—go to hell!" Helen exploded, her fury evident.

Helen swung the silver needle and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks.

Otto didn't fight back. He stumbled backward with every hit until Helen's final kick drove him out of the restaurant and onto the pavement.

Helen was ready to chase him down and give him a lesson he wouldn't forget when Laura suddenly stepped in front of her.

"Ms. Spencer, please, show some mercy."

Helen's expression hardened. She didn't care much about Otto's fate, but Laura had been genuinely kind to her several times. She couldn't just ignore her plea.

"Get him out of here and make sure he disappears," Helen said over her shoulder, her tone cold. "Consider the favor I owe you paid. If you can't control him next time, don't expect me to show any mercy."

"Thank you," Laura said, inclining her head slightly. She shot Otto a meaningful look before guiding him away.

Once they were far enough away and certain no one was watching, Laura couldn't help but mutter, "I just don't get why you're so obsessed with courting disaster."

"I told you, it's all for fun. You wouldn't understand," Otto said, gingerly rubbing the spot where Helen's kick had landed.

He spoke to himself with a bittersweet edge, "Even with her fierce demeanor, Helen's still so adorable."

Laura shivered, feeling a chill run down her spine. Deciding it was better to stay quiet, she simply kept her thoughts to herself.

"This is top-tier material; the shine is so exquisite it's almost otherworldly!"

"Who's the lucky person who unearthed the first green gem?"

"Let's see the registration... It's Otto, Otto Sheridan! It's really him!"

Helen initially remained indifferent, but the mention of Otto's name made her eyebrows lift in surprise. The playboy actually has some real skill in identifying gemstones.

With that thought, Helen instinctively glanced around. Her eyes scanned the crowd with a mix of wariness and curiosity, half-expecting Otto to appear where she couldn't spot him.

She recalled their earlier suggestive exchange and felt a twinge of both embarrassment and irritation. She regretted not dealing with him more thoroughly.

Damn it, Otto was the one who caused trouble. Why should she be so unsettled?