Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 3

Helen had a vague suspicion. This man should be Chandler, the eldest scion of the Newtons. Before she could speak, he continued, "This is my room."

She paused. With the faint moonlight streaming through the window, she finally realized she wasn't in her room.

No wonder she felt different when sleeping. She had gone to the wrong room!

Helen got up from the bed awkwardly. "Sorry, I went to the wrong room. I didn't mean to."

"Go out," he responded lightly, and she left in embarrassment.

The next day, Helen walked downstairs sleepily when she heard Jenson say mockingly, "Chandler, that girl is ugly! I heard the maid say she entered your room last night. Did she scare you to death?"

Upon hearing that, she frowned. Sure enough, the man last night was Chandler.

He didn't speak but thought, "Is she ugly?"

Even though he didn't turn on the lights and couldn't see Helen clearly, he vaguely remembered that she was in pajamas with her hair untied, and her skin was fair and flawless.

As they talked, he saw her coming down the stairs.

Although she had changed her clothes, she had a tanned face with a few moles. She was indeed extremely ugly.

Chandler pursed his lips, thinking that he might have seen it wrong last night.

Helen also glanced at him, who was dressed in a black suit and had exquisite facial features, looking perfect and impeccable. He also exuded a powerful aura that was intimidating.

Soon, he said in a magnetic voice, "I'm going to the company."

After saying that, Chandler left without looking at Helen again.

Jenson glanced at her and said sarcastically, "No wonder you didn't react much to the four of us yesterday. It turned out that you were interested in Chandler! Helen Spencer, I didn't expect you to be so scheming!"

Helen's mouth twitched. She only went to the wrong room. Why did he think of her as that kind of person?

However, she didn't explain much and just sat in the dining room for breakfast.

Seeing that he was ignored, Jenson came over angrily. "Chandler won't like you! He has someone he likes. Stop daydreaming!"

"Hmm."

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Helen glanced at Jenson with a look of disgust. "You? You're just a kid!"

He was the youngest of the Newtons. He was only 18, and she was already 19.

Hearing that, he immediately became furious.

"You ugly! How dare you look down on me! Do you think I'll be happy if you like me? If you choose me as your fiancé, I'd rather die!"

On the side, Zac looked at them silently without speaking. He glanced at Helen, who was eating breakfast.

She was obviously from the countryside. But she behaved elegantly and had the temperament of a young lady. He wondered if he had wrongly assessed her.

Esmond had already made arrangements for Helen before she came. She was about the same age as Jenson, who went to school too.

"Ugly, don't tell anyone that you know me when we're in school!"

Helen glanced at Jenson disdainfully.

After the meal, she got into Zac's car. Like Chandler, he didn't talk much.

She couldn't help but ask, "Jenson and I go to the same school. Why don't you let the drop send us off together?"

Hearing her words, he looked helpless.

"Grandpa asked the five of us to get to know you better. We will take turns dropping you off and picking you up from Monday to Friday.

"This includes hanging out with you on the weekends. Chandler was originally going to send you off this morning. But he had a meeting, so I replaced him."

All five of them had rejected Esmond's proposal. They didn't want to waste time sending this country bumpkin to school and hanging out with her on the weekends. But no one could refuse him.

Helen instantly understood upon hearing that. She knew how reluctant they were—she wasn't willing either.