Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 949

Helen found herself torn between irritation and reluctant amusement. But her instincts quickly kicked in. Something was off.

Otto, with his impressive skill set, shouldn't have been caught off guard by those thugs. So why was he lying there, unconscious?

Her gaze sharpened as she crouched beside him, her fingers moving with precision as she checked his pulse.

After a brief, tense silence, she scrutinized his face.

What was happening here? Otto had been poisoned with the same toxin that had afflicted her grandmother.

From the symptoms, it was clear—the poison was the same early-stage type as Chandler's, but this time, the toxin's concentration was alarmingly high.

Helen looked down at the face before her, which bore no resemblance to Chandler's, and felt a tight knot of confusion in her mind.

She thought about it for a long while but couldn't find any link between Otto and Chandler. Reluctantly, she decided she had no choice but to carry Otto back with her.

Not because of any personal stake but because she hoped that if Chandler ever found himself in a similar predicament—poisoned and lying on the roadside—someone would be there to offer help and save him, just as she was doing now.

Thankfully, the hotel room key she found on Otto matched the one she needed, saving her from taking a detour.

Even so, hauling Otto's tall frame up the stairs was no easy task. Helen strained with every step, her muscles burning with the effort.

As she climbed, Otto's body wobbled and stirred, slowly coming back to consciousness.

As Otto glanced down, he instantly recognized Helen by her shoes. A sly smirk crept across his face. He deliberately dragged his foot on the last step, catching the edge of the stone and causing a sudden lurch.

How dare this man trick her, despite her good intentions in dragging him all the way back?

She debated whether to inflict pain on him like the thugs or render him incapable of harassing anyone ever again.

While he enjoyed the false sense of victory, she was considering the most fitting punishment.

A sudden flash of inspiration lit up her eyes.

What could be more satisfying than seeing him universally shunned?

Without hesitation, she raised her hand and drove the silver needle into the tender flesh of Otto's neck. His body went rigid, and he slumped back into unconsciousness.