Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 950

Minutes later, Helen arrived at Laura's door with Otto draped over her shoulder like a rag doll. She rang the doorbell.

The door swung open, and Laura appeared, her gaze fixed on the unusual pair with curiosity.

"What new trouble has Mr. Sheridan stirred up now?" she wondered.

"Ms. Spencer, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Laura asked, her tone calm and composed.

Helen hesitated for a moment.

Clearing her throat, Helen addressed Laura with deliberate calm, "Ms. Laura, you've seen how Otto has been hounding me these past few days. Today, he followed me and had some rather unsavory intentions."

"Unsavory intentions?" Laura's eyebrows lifted in a mix of surprise and intrigue. The situation wasn't as straightforward as it appeared. She couldn't help but wonder who really was the troublemaker here.

Helen, observing Laura's curiosity, glanced down at the unconscious Otto. "Clearly, he's no match for me. His attempts at misconduct barely scratch the surface. But this should show you exactly what kind of man Otto is."

"‘No match for you?'" Laura's eyebrows lifted in surprise. She knew Otto's reputation; he was renowned for his prowess. Had he really been defeated?

"Yes," Helen affirmed. "Otto's a poor excuse for a man. Here's the deal. I'm starting a new company, and if you're interested in switching over, I'll offer you all the benefits Otto promised. Perform well, and I'll even help you find a boyfriend. What do you say?"

Laura's mind spun with confusion. The idea of changing companies felt like jumping from one sinking ship to another.

"Does he know you're trying to steal me away?" Laura's voice carried a note of skepticism.

"The loser doesn't need to know," Helen said with a dismissive shrug, letting Otto's limp body slide to the floor.

She continued, "I'll be straight with you. I've got a good impression of you, but I'm done with Otto. If you leave him and cut all ties, I'll have no qualms about dealing with him severely."

"Well," she mused inwardly, "after this gemstone auction, it might be best to cut ties with them and move on."

"I respect your decision," Helen said with a hint of condescension before turning on her heel and heading for the elevator.

As she waited, she cast one last look over her shoulder. Laura was carefully helping Otto to his feet, guiding him toward her room.

A pang of discomfort twisted in Helen's chest. It was as if she were watching her favorite possession being taken from her grasp.

She couldn't quite pinpoint the source of her unease. Was her sympathy for Laura reaching a point of irrationality? Or was it simply the thought of Otto continuing to be a thorn in her side that unsettled her?

"Ding—" The elevator doors slid open.

Helen quickly shook her head, dismissing the unwelcomed emotions. What Laura and Otto chose to do with each other was their concern; it had nothing to do with her.