Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 995

"Does Chandler know you're affiliated with Destiny Corporation?" Helen asked.

Reggie fell silent, not meeting her gaze.

His lack of response only deepened her suspicion. Otto was, after all, the head of Destiny Corporation. What could he possibly be unaware of?

"So you don't know," Helen said.

"I'm unsure why you're maintaining a hidden identity while staying close to him, but since he trusts you, I expect you to respect that trust and not harbor any ulterior motives. Rest assured, my skills in surveillance are far superior to anything you might be capable of."

Her words were a clear assertion of her vigilance and dedication to protecting Chandler.

Realizing the weight of Helen's words, Reggie lifted his head slowly to meet her serious, piercing gaze.

If he understood correctly, Helen had been trying to win his approval since his arrival. But now, for Chandler's sake, she was willing to issue a veiled threat. It wasn't just idle talk; she meant every word.

Their standoff was interrupted when a sleek black business car eased to a stop at the curb. Chandler emerged from the vehicle.

"What are you two talking about?" Chandler asked with a pleasant smile as he approached Helen.

"Just asking Reggie about the house," Helen replied with a faint smile.

Chandler nodded. "Let's head inside."

He took Helen's hand in his, leading her inside.

Reggie attempted to follow them, but Helen swiftly turned and said, "Stay at the door. No one unauthorized is allowed in."

Reggie's foot, poised to cross the threshold, hesitated and then withdrew. He turned back to face the street, resuming his role as a silent sentinel.

Chandler looked on with confusion. "Did Reggie upset you again?"

"No," Helen replied, pulling him gently toward the bedroom.

"If Reggie isn't meeting your standards, I can have someone else take over," Chandler suggested.

They had already entered the room. Helen released his hand and shut the door firmly behind them. She locked eyes with him for a moment before drawing closer and wrapping her arms around him.

Her distinctive fragrance enveloped him, stirring a rush of sensation that set every nerve in his body alight.

As their breaths grew ragged, Helen showed no sign of slowing down. Chandler, grasping at the last vestiges of his self-control, caught her shoulders and gently pushed her away.

"What's wrong, Helly?" Chandler's eyes burned with desire, but his concern was evident in his uneven breaths.

"I miss you," Helen murmured, her eyes glistening with a tender, almost tragic longing.

Her words ignited a fire within Chandler. His face flushed deep red.

He tightened his grip on her, keeping a wary distance. "It's still daytime," he said, a hint of awkwardness in his voice.

"So what?" Helen was undeterred. She grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him closer. "Just tell me—yes or no?"

Chandler was caught between wanting to laugh and feeling exasperated. "There isn't…"

"What?" Helen's realization that he was referring to condoms made her laugh.

But she quickly regained her assertive demeanor, guiding Chandler to the edge of the bed and pushing him down. "Stop talking!"

…

In her room, the computer screen flickered with Kendrick's face from Stagville. The video call cast him in an anxious light, his eyes darting around as he struggled to find the right words.

"Ms. Spencer," Kendrick began, his voice strained, "those are just rumors. The internet trolls can't stand to see anyone succeed. Don't let their baseless gossip get to you. You're the backbone of Hart Jewelry. You can't let this nonsense affect you…"

His words tumbled out awkwardly, his good intentions only making the situation more uncomfortable.

Helen watched him calmly. She smiled brightly, "You really don't think a little gossip could rattle me, do you?"

Kendrick's carefully composed speech faltered. After a moment of hesitation, he added, "But you did seem a bit off earlier."

Helen's brows furrowed slightly. "I didn't expect anyone would throw such a wrench in the works right now…"

Kendrick could only look on helplessly, thinking to himself, "You should have mentioned this sooner; you really had me worried."

"I've got a theory," Kendrick said after a moment.

"Who?" Helen asked, her eyes locked on his.

"The Cunningham family from Stagville," Kendrick replied, his tone somber.

"Oh? The Cunningham family?" Helen raised an eyebrow. "I can't believe I forgot they'd be my biggest competitors."

It wasn't just that; the information Otto gave her showed that Lina was now working for the Cunningham family.

Kendrick's frustration was palpable. "When I saw you arguing with that Cunningham woman at the auction, I knew they wouldn't just let it go. The entire family is known for their dirty tricks."

"How so?" Helen asked, intrigued.

"Hart Jewelry's performance has been sliding in recent years because the Cunningham family has been secretly sabotaging us," Kendrick explained. "Otherwise, a storied brand like ours wouldn't have sunk to this level."