Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1000

Back in her room, Helen opened Fiona's package.

Inside, Eren hadn't been exaggerating. The box held not just an elegant evening gown but also a pair of high heels and some stunning jewelry.

Helen meticulously inspected each item, even feeling over the box itself, and found nothing amiss.

When she slipped into the gown, it fit her like a glove. The gown accentuated her figure with just the right amount of flair.

Was it possible Fiona had genuinely softened her stance? After the incident at the mall, had she decided that a change in strategy was in her best interest?

Helen studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. The gown not only highlighted her elegance but also added a touch of allure, seamlessly combining grace with sophistication.

Helen had to admit it—the gown was nothing short of perfect. Wearing it, she'd undoubtedly become the center of attention wherever she went.

But could Fiona truly be this magnanimous?

Helen dismissed the thought with a shake of her head. Who would willingly let someone else steal the spotlight on their own turf?

There was bound to be some hidden agenda she hadn't yet uncovered.

After a moment's deep thought, Helen's eyes lit up as a plan took shape. "If trouble can't be avoided, then maybe it's time to shift the focus of the crisis!"

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The next day, at Boston Residence, Faye stumbled through the door, her exhaustion evident in every step. She collapsed onto the couch, pressing her fingers into the knots of her neck.

The ceremony two days prior had been a disaster, laying bare so many unsavory truths. Larry had detained her at the station for 48 grueling hours before finally letting her go.

As she leaned back against the cushions, her gaze grew icy as she recalled the easy rapport between Larry and Helen. The sight of that police officer in Helen's yard confirmed it—they were in cahoots.

"It's Ms. Fiona's birthday party," she explained.

"Oh, right. Just leave the items and go."

Faye's voice was dismissive, though she genuinely had forgotten.

With the Boston family's extensive connections, keeping track of every birthday was a mental exercise she could do without.

Once Martha had left, Faye opened the box and was immediately struck by the gown's sheer beauty.

The dress was nothing short of spectacular—crafted by a top designer, its fabric smooth and luxuriously soft. It was evident this was a high-end creation.

Despite Fiona's apparent lack of savvy, her taste in gifts was unexpectedly generous.