Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 993

The room buzzed with a wave of unanimous approval.

Faye's face turned a deep, stormy shade.

These old fools, so easily swayed by the winds of fortune, had completely forgotten the immense profits she had delivered over the years!

Now, driven by the prospect of a small, fleeting gain, they had all betrayed her. These ungrateful bastards would find themselves out of the boardroom the moment she took control of Boston Group!

But for now, she was helpless.

"Mr. Boston," Otto said, "it seems Ms. Boston's appointment and the collaboration with Destiny Corporation have been approved by all. Is that correct?"

Aaron nodded. With his influence waning, all he could do was echo the shareholders' consensus.

Otto's smile broadened as he extended his hand to Helen. "Well then, Ms. Boston, shall we find a quiet place to iron out the details of our future partnership?"

Helen regarded him coolly before slipping her hand into his. "I'll graciously accept."

With her business concluded, Helen had little patience for social niceties. She was more interested in using the opportunity to retreat into some peace and quiet.

Once inside the inner living room, Helen withdrew her hand and headed straight for the couch. She wasted no time unwrapping the gift Otto had brought.

Otto, momentarily taken aback by her dismissive gesture, stood frozen before letting out a soft, resigned sigh. He then followed her to the couch and took a seat beside her.

Inside the box was a sleek, metal USB drive.

Helen's eyes flashed with irritation. "What's the difference? If you weren't probing into my affairs, how would you even know who I'm looking for?"

Otto leaned back, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Maybe I just understand you better than you think."

Helen's gaze was icy. "That's what you think. Don't indulge in baseless assumptions about me. I don't like feeling under surveillance—it's reminiscent of the pressure from those behind SK Group."

Otto simply shrugged, his expression inscrutable.

After a few moments of tense silence, Helen steadied herself. She decided against sifting through all the information on the USB immediately. Instead, she closed the laptop and erased any traces of her session.

As the screen dimmed, she turned back to Otto. "Why are you helping me?"