Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 2

Seeing their expressions, Helen almost laughed. But she held it back and followed them into the villa, pretending to be aggrieved.

A maid took her to see the room, which was specially prepared for her by their grandfather, Esmond Newton. The blue-themed room and the piles of brand-name bags, clothes, and jewelry in the walk- in closet showed how much he valued her.

The four scions were sitting downstairs and heard Helen's exclamation again.

"Wow, this room is so big and beautiful! Are all these clothes, bags, and jewelry mine?"

The four brothers' faces fell when they overheard her. Tyrone said, "I'm the most handsome among us. She won't like me, right? I feel that I'm so unlucky to be too handsome."

"You're the most handsome? Stop talking nonsense."

They still had to have dinner with Helen.

Their parents and Esmond had traveled overseas. Their eldest brother, Chandler Newton, was the head of the Newtons and the CEO of Newton Group. At the moment, he was still working at the company.

Usually, all of them had their own place to stay. But upon Esmond's request, all five brothers had to return to stay here because of Helen's arrival.

When they saw her walking downstairs, they couldn't stand to look at her as she still wore her red floral clothes.

As a world-renowned fashion designer, Adrian couldn't help but say, "Ms. Spencer, there are many clothes upstairs. Can you change your clothes?"

Helen glanced at her clothes and said in confusion, "My clothes look pretty good. My grandma made them for me."

The four of them were speechless, finding it hard to believe that there were still people who made clothes themselves.

"Hey, country bumpkin! None of us will get engaged to you! Our eldest brother will despise you even more! You'd better leave!"

The person who had spoken was Jenson, who spoke most viciously among the Newtons.

Upon hearing that, Helen bit her lips. "But I can't explain it to my grandpa..."

"I know you're just interested in our money! It won't end well for you if you stay here!"

She lowered her head while eating, looking aggrieved. But she was so ugly that the other four people didn't even have the appetite. They found it difficult to communicate with her.

After they left, her expression instantly changed, and she ate happily. The food here was good and suited her taste.

In addition, she had achieved the effect she wanted. If none of the Newtons liked her, she was allowed to leave after a year.

After the meal, she returned to the room. Soon, she heard her phone's message tone. Someone had messaged her.

"Helly, are you in Aguilisco now? How was it? Did the Newtons bully you?"

Helen read the text message and smiled, replying, "Bully me? They never had such a chance."

Taylor Xander quickly replied, "You're so awesome! The Newtons aren't easy to mess with, especially Chandler Newton. That man is scheming. You must watch out!"

Helen was stunned. Chandler Newton was probably the eldest brother of the Newtons who had a meeting at the company today. Although she didn't see him, she wasn't afraid of anyone ever since she was a child.

Turning off her phone, she fell asleep.

Probably because she wasn't used to the new environment, she slept in a daze until she woke up thirsty at about 4:00 am.

At this time, she had already taken off the makeup on her face. Thinking there should be no one at midnight, she put on her slippers and went downstairs. After drinking the water, she went upstairs again and lay down in a daze.

She didn't turn on the lights, just feeling that the bed seemed different. And she felt more comfortable sleeping on it.

After a while, the door opened, and someone seemed to lift the quilt. She vaguely sensed someone and woke up again in a daze.

Before she could react, a deep and sexy male voice said, "Who are you?" Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Helen was completely stunned. She never expected someone from the Newtons to break into her room at night!

"Who are you? Why did you enter my room? You're so rude!"

Helen couldn't see the man's face as the lights were off. She only heard his sneer. "Ah, you must be Helen Spencer."