Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1377

When the police finally arrived, Helen went with the woman to the station to give her statement as a witness.

After signing the paperwork, they stepped outside, and the woman waited for her ride.

"Do you practice martial arts?" Helen asked, trying to start a conversation.

"I trained in some fighting techniques when I was an actress," the woman replied honestly.

"How impressive! Those skills must have been for some exciting projects. Can you share the names of any films? I'd love to check them out and learn from you," Helen said eagerly.

"Those movies are from ten years ago. They're quite outdated. There's really no reason to watch them," the woman said with a smile.

Despite this, Helen could sense a trace of sadness beneath her cheerful facade.

"Can we exchange social media details?" Helen suggested, holding out her phone.

"There's no need for that. I'm not an actress anymore, so knowing me won't benefit you," the woman replied, her tone growing colder.

"But I'd really like to be your friend," Helen insisted.

The woman looked at her, their eyes locking for a brief moment. She then took out her phone and scanned the code to send a friend request.

Just then, her ride arrived.

"I have to go now. Hopefully, we'll meet again," she said tersely before getting into the car.

Helen looked at her phone, a playful smile creeping onto her face as she noted the friend request. "Celine Kowalski… interesting," she mused.

Suddenly, Mia fell silent, her gaze fixed on something in the distance. Helen sensed something was off and glanced up. The light was green, yet Mia hadn't moved the car.

Just as Helen was about to speak, she caught sight of a striking red convertible at the intersection to the left. Inside, a young man was passionately kissing a curvy woman. Though they were some distance away, the streetlight and angle gave a clear view of the man's face.

It was Scott.

The scene felt all too familiar, but this time, it was far more intimate.

Scott seemed completely oblivious to Mia's presence; otherwise, he would have recognized the MPV parked at the intersection—the same car Mia had been driving for months.

A few minutes later, the traffic light flickered back on, and the convertible zoomed through the intersection.

Scott's arrogant and carefree expression lingered in Mia's mind, leaving her momentarily stunned.