Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 6

Helen smiled charmingly. "Sorry, I don't have time."

After saying that, she put down her helmet and turned around.

Taylor looked at Jenson gloatingly. "Hey, you lost! How about it? Who did you look down on just now?"

Jenson's expression darkened, but he didn't know how to refute it.

Helen came over. "Send me back."

"Okay." Taylor followed her to the car.

Looking at Chandler, who looked gloomy, Jenson asked in confusion, "Chandler, did you let her win just now? Just because she's beautiful?"

He glanced at Jenson unpleasantly upon hearing that.

Then, he glanced at Helen's leaving figure. Vaguely, he felt that she seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

...

Helen fell asleep happily after receiving five million. The next morning, when she put on tacky makeup and wig again, it was particularly lively downstairs. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Apart from Chandler, the other four scions of the Newtons were there.

"Look at this photo. This woman is beautiful! She looked awesome racing! It's not surprising that Chandler lost to her."

The other three took a look at the photo, which was taken by Jenson's friend last night. Everyone was excitedly discussing how Chandler lost.

"Hahaha, Chandler has never lost before! It's so rare to see him lose!"

"She is good-looking. I'd like to invite her to be a model in my company," Adrian, a fashion company owner, said.

The actor, Tyrone, added, "It would be a pity if she's not interested in the entertainment industry."

"Oh dear, I forgot to ask her name last night! Hmm, well, Chandler has sent someone to investigate her. There should be news soon."

It wasn't until Helen came downstairs that they ended their discussion. Everyone looked at her, thinking that her face was far worse than that beauty.

Helen felt relieved that her makeup skills were good enough, even narcissistically thinking that they would probably fall in love with her if they saw her true appearance.

After finishing breakfast, her phone rang. It was Taylor.

"Helly, did you know this? Jenson is so shameless that he paid me to buy your contact information! He probably didn't expect that the person he was looking for was living with him.

"By the way, Chandler is also investigating you. You have to be careful!"

Helen smiled disdainfully, not worried that Chandler could find her.

...

It was Friday. After Adrian and Tyrone had dropped her off for the past few days, it was Chandler's turn.

They spent the morning in silence. When school was over, Jenson followed Helen out.

"Why are you following me?"

He sneered and responded disdainfully, "Do you think I'm willing to follow you? I just want to find Margaret. She is back and will be here with Chandler."

Margaret? Who was that?

Sensing her confusion, he explained happily, "We've known Margaret for many years. She is the eldest daughter of the Leonards and gets along with us. She has studied overseas for the past two years. Now she is finally back!"

It was obvious that Jenson had a good impression of that young lady.

Helen didn't care about it. She had never heard of the eldest daughter of the Leonards.

She just slowly walked out of the school gate while eating a lollipop.

Margaret Leonard was sitting in the passenger seat. Dressed in branded clothes, she had wavy curly hair and wore delicate makeup. It was a typical appearance of a young lady from a wealthy family.

She first greeted Jenson warmly, then looked at Helen with a smile. "Hello, Helen. I'm Margaret Leonard. Nice to meet you. I've known the Newtons for many years. Let's be friends. We can hang out together."

Helen responded politely, "Okay, thank you."

"Margaret, you'll only get tired of her! Just leave her alone! I missed you so much! Will you leave again?"

Margaret smiled. "No, I won't. I've graduated, and I'm planning to be a trainee at Newton Group."

"Really? Chandler, you must take care of Margaret then!"

Chandler didn't say anything, just starting the car and leaving.

A trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes. Through the rearview mirror, she glanced at Helen.

How could she leave again?