Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1003

Helen shrugged and swiftly changed the topic. "Isn't a party supposed to be fun? Why add a chess tournament with an elimination system?"

"The organizer of this event is Mr. Benedict Murray, a well-known figure in Grand Cathay's chess community. This rule has been in place since the very first event and has been a tradition ever since," Otto explained.

Just then, Reggie, who had arrived late, stepped forward. After exchanging a glance with Otto, he addressed Helen respectfully. "Hello, Ms. Spencer. I apologize for my tardiness."

"It's never too late to arrive," Helen replied, giving Otto a knowing smile. "I just noticed that your secretary is Laura Ashford and your subordinate is Graham Ashford. Interestingly, my new assistant is Reggie Ashford. Mr. Sheridan, doesn't that ring a bell?"

Otto's lips curled into a faint smile, sensing that she was deliberately probing him.

Helen's mischievous streak was clear. Despite Otto's efforts to assist her, she seemed determined to dig into his secrets. How devious.

"Anyway, I've already informed Mr. Murray that you're with me, so you won't have to take part in the round-robin chess tournament," Otto said, changing the subject.

"In that case, you might need to make another trip," Helen replied with a knowing glance. "Please let Mr. Murray know that I'm quite interested in chess and plan to try it out."

"You're into chess?" Otto asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

"It's just a game with black and white pieces, isn't it?" Helen replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"Is that all you know?" Otto pressed.

"Isn't that enough?" Helen shot back, narrowing her eyes. "Will you inform him or not? If you won't, I'll sign up myself."

Otto regarded her with a look of exasperation. After a brief pause, he finally gave in. "Alright, if you're really set on this, I suppose it can't hurt to give it a try. Besides, with me here, no one's going to kick you out. Just stay put and don't wander off."

"Okay," Helen responded with a dazzling smile, causing Otto's heart to skip a beat.

In a flash, a card fell from her hand. It was only when she reflexively reached for it that she realized what had just occurred.

The attention was unquestionably overwhelming. How were all these high-profile individuals still single?

Could this be the reason Otto was so persistently pursuing her? Was he trying to break free from the elite singles circle?

It seemed plausible.

At that moment, a group of women with bold, dramatic makeup approached her, radiating an unfriendly air.

At the forefront was a young woman in a flowing white gown. She approached Helen and said, "Hello, Ms. Boston. It's nice to see you again. Do you remember me?"