Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1420

At Helen's words, Vincent rose. He shot a quick glance at Maurice before turning his focus back to her.

"I'll gladly go to Maurice, but I want you with me," Vincent insisted, his voice deep and authoritative.

He leaned in to whisper instructions to Maddox, who nodded in acknowledgment. In a flash, Maddox led a group of bodyguards straight toward Maurice and his children.

Della struggled as two men restrained her, crying out, "Dad! Oliver! Help me!"

Before Maurice and Oliver could react, they were abruptly pinned to the ground.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you attack us in broad daylight?" Maurice shouted. "Someone call the police! Now!"

Helen stood next to Melody, her expression cool and unyielding.

Chandler, meanwhile, didn't even glance their way.

Just then, Vincent stepped closer to Maurice, placing a foot on his face to silence him. "You pathetic fool. How dare you believe you can lead the Boston family?"

He paused, glancing at Helen as if looking for her approval. "Today, I'm taking care of matters for my future wife."

His expression hardened as he issued a chilling command to his subordinates. "Send these two men to Apreeka to mine coal. As for the young lady, take her back to scrub the toilet."

"Yes, sir!" Maddox replied, accepting the order. He then led Maurice and the others out through the back door.

Once they were gone, Vincent straightened his clothes and approached Helen with a smile. "So, how did I do, darling?"

Chandler stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of Helen, his dark eyes gleaming with resolve. "My wife has no interest in trivial matters or boring people."

Vincent's smile faded, his demeanor chilling in an instant. "Chandler, is it? You just stole my fiancée. How dare you be so arrogant? Seems like you've got quite a bit of strength, don't you?"

"Just enough to protect Helen," Chandler replied with a smirk, though tension laced his words.

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Vincent's presence loomed over Chandler like a waking nightmare. He realized that Vincent was not only a formidable rival but possibly even more accomplished than he was.

If anything were to happen to Chandler, Vincent would undoubtedly step into his place.

Chandler stood lost in thought by the window, unaware of Helen approaching from behind.

"What's on your mind?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him and resting her chin on his shoulder.

A smile spread across Chandler's face. "I was just thinking how fortunate I am that fate brought me to you before Vincent had the chance."

"It wouldn't have mattered," Helen replied softly. "Fate decided that he and I were never meant to be; meeting him sooner wouldn't have changed a thing."