Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1385

"I'm afraid I can't assist you with that," the manager replied. "I don't have the qualifications to meet the boss—no one here does."

"In that case, it seems you won't be needing this casino anymore," Chandler said, standing up and casually adjusting his clothes.

"Are you trying to play hardball?" The manager narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint in them. "Sir, I recommend you think this through.

"We've run this casino long enough to handle trouble—there have been many incidents. As you saw outside, people are still having a good time. No one can upset the balance we've established—not even you two."

"So, are you saying we should force your hand?" Helen snapped the case shut and walked toward the door. "A casino can't expect to stop players from winning, can it? Today, we'll find out if your establishment has the upper hand or if our skills are sharper."

The biggest concern for a casino was its reputation; if players never won, who would come back?

As Helen and Chandler reached the door of the VIP room, the manager finally called out, "Please leave your contact information. I'll ensure you get a satisfactory answer within three days."

Helen and Chandler exchanged a knowing smile, tossing the two cases of money back at the manager. "If you had said that earlier, we wouldn't have wasted so much time."

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The next day, Helen visited the hospital, only to discover that the ward was empty. Even the bed and linens were impeccably arranged, with not a speck of dust in sight.

"Excuse me," Helen called to the nurse in charge. "What happened to the patient in bed three?"

"She left this morning. I suspect she must have gone on her own," the nurse replied.

These days, people seldom concerned themselves with formalities. When they felt better, they would just pack up and leave without checking out. This happened often, and the nurse had become used to it.

After a moment, she continued, "You're a friend of the patient, right? Don't forget to take care of the discharge paperwork. You might be able to get some money back—every little bit counts!"

"Chandler?" Helen exclaimed, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I can't just let you storm in there and ruin the wedding. Don't you realize you could get mobbed?" Chandler replied, feeling frustrated and helpless.

"But she's only 17! I can't just ignore this."

Helen resolved to go all in. Whether people labeled her as meddlesome or a troublemaker was irrelevant; once she decided to intervene, she was determined to see it through to the very end.

Chandler glanced at the festivities and then back at her. Taking her hand, he confidently led her into the crowd of well-wishers.

"Let's blend in for now—just follow my lead and act natural," he said, squeezing her hand reassuringly.