Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 15

Chandler saw Jenson come down alone and asked in puzzlement, "Where's Helen?"

"She's gone back," he smiled playfully.

Aware that Jenson was joking, Chandler asked more seriously, "Where is she?"

As Jenson failed to fool Chandler, he could only tell the truth, "She went to the restroom."

"We'll wait for her here."

Displeased, Jenson got in the car. After playing several games, he still didn't see Helen coming down. He muttered subconsciously, "Why is Helen so slow?"

Seeing that it was getting late, Chandler began to worry. "Do you have her phone number?"

"I thought that country bumpkin was so poor that she didn't have a phone. Try to ask others."

Chandler called the rest of his brothers, but no one knew how to contact her.

So, he used all his connections to find Helen. A country bumpkin probably wouldn't wander around in the city. He hoped nothing would happen to her.

Uneasiness spread, and he began to worry about her. If something happened...

"Didn't I ask you to watch over her at school?"

Jenson was startled by his sudden words. Chandler's temper had never changed much. But today, he was angry.

Sensing his brother's anger, Jenson felt aggrieved. "How could I go to the female restroom with her?"

Noticing that he was losing his composure, Chandler said coldly, "I've sent people to look for her. I hope she only got lost."

...

Helen had lost consciousness. When she woke up, she couldn't see around and couldn't speak. Her hands were tied, her eyes blindfolded, and something stuffed in her mouth.

She was in an unknown place that exuded a lifeless smell. Usually, no one came to this kind of place.

But she calmed down quickly. Fortunately, her phone was still in her shirt pocket. They probably didn't expect that she had a mobile phone.

At that moment, a vague female voice came from outside. "Deal with her well. After you succeed, I'll help you to go overseas."

Helen still wondered when the door creaked open, accompanied by several footsteps. As the wind blew in from outside, she felt a little cold. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Without looking at her face, she looks like a beauty from her figure," the man squatted down and tutted.

Yvette mocked, "I didn't expect you to like this ugly country bumpkin."

"Ms. Smith, I was just joking," he said in a flattering manner.

Looking at the bundled Helen, she sneered. "This is your consequence of approaching Jenson! You're not qualified to be with him!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Helen realized that it was Yvette. Could it be that Yvette was jealous of her getting close to Jenson?

Before Helen could react, a slap hit her face, causing the thing stuffed in her mouth to fall out.

"You're not worthy of the scions of the Newtons!"

She was caught off guard. Feeling the pain, she knew she had no time to think much. It was more important for her to escape.

So, she pretended to be scared, but her hand secretly approached the phone in her shirt pocket. "What do you want?"

"I want your life!" Yvette grabbed her chin hard and said fiercely.

The man next to her was shocked. "When you asked me to help, she didn't say you wanted to kill anyone!"

"Just kidding. We just need to let her know what she shouldn't covet!" Yvette smiled evilly.

Then, Helen got kicked by Yvette. While falling, she used her strength to touch a button on her phone, successfully sending out a call for help.

Just kidding? This would not end well for them!