Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1595

The next day at Glendale Airport, Isabelle and Jason stood at the exit. They had fresh flowers in hand, eagerly scanning every female passenger.

They were there to welcome the rising piano prodigy, Ms. Kardashian, who had recently made waves in Ameridia.

Jason owned a print media company that relied on a steady stream of literary publications for income. With the industry struggling in recent years, they desperately needed a breakthrough to bring print media back into the spotlight.

Ms. Kardashian was their first target; in just two years, she had gained recognition from the World Piano Association. Securing her autobiography for publication could be their ticket to success.

As the flow of passengers dwindled, Jason's anxiety grew. "Did you get the flight information wrong? I've been holding this sign forever, and I haven't seen anyone look this way."

"Do you think I'm you? Only someone like you would make such a basic mistake," Isabelle scoffed, her expression laced with disdain. "Maybe she was delayed. Just hold that sign higher and wait a little longer!"

Despite her words, a flicker of uncertainty nagged at Isabelle. What if the information she had received was incorrect?

She stepped forward, straining her neck to peer inside. If Ms. Kardashian didn't arrive soon, she wouldn't know how to explain herself.

But instead of Ms. Kardashian, she was surprised to see "Kaylee".

Indeed, it was the very Kaylee who had vanished from the public eye after leaving with Daniel.

Seven years had gone by, but "Kaylee" still looked as radiant as ever—her skin flawless, her demeanor graceful, and a subtle allure that spoke of maturity.

Isabelle misread Sienna's reaction as shyness, chuckling as she brought "Kaylee" to her side.

"You know I work in print media," Isabelle said softly, clarifying her position. "Jason has connections in this industry, and I had to get close to him. But don't worry, that's all there is to it!"

Helen nodded slightly, a knowing look in her eyes. "I understand. Adults have it tough."

"I'm glad you see it that way," Isabelle replied, placing a reassuring hand on Helen's shoulder. "If you ever want to publish anything in the future, I'll be here to help you keep an eye on it. You can count on me."

"Thanks," Helen said, managing a faint smile. "Well, I won't keep you two any longer."