Chapter 1585

In the airport terminal, Seymour helped Helen take a seat before heading to the restroom. As soon as he stepped inside, he was seized by the throat and shoved into one of the stalls. By the time he realized what was happening, the door had slammed shut. Chandler's imposing figure loomed over him, his sharp features fixed in an intense gaze. He resembled a predator stalking its prey, sending a chill down Seymour's spine. Seymour swallowed hard, striving to remain calm. "Mr. Newton, w-what is this about?" "If anything goes wrong during the delivery, I need you to use your identity as her husband to protect her. Do you understand?" Chandler's voice was cold, radiating an intimidating air. Feeling an involuntary urge to comply, Seymour nodded. "Even without you saying it, I understand what's at stake." "But you don't know her," Chandler countered, his tone steady. "Who? Ms. Spencer?" Seymour asked, suddenly catching on to Chandler's implication. It was true—women were emotional be