Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1009

It seemed that Helen had a knack for catching everyone off guard.

After a brief flurry of excitement, the matches resumed. Unfortunately, Helen didn't get the chance to face any of Megan's friends in the subsequent rounds.

Before long, the last three players were eliminated, leaving them visibly disheartened.

Megan made her way back to the scoreboard. As she studied the numbers, her expression grew increasingly somber.

From the start of the tournament, Helen had maintained a perfect winning streak, just like Megan. A wave of inexplicable anxiety began to stir inside her.

She had felt a similar unease during the first round, though it was less intense then; her doubts about Helen had masked her underlying fear.

But now, she could barely contain the frantic thumping of her heart.

Unable to stay passive any longer, Megan decided to contact the organizers and obtain the footage of Helen's matches. She needed to verify if Helen was truly as formidable as she seemed.

To expedite the process, Megan set the playback speed to four times the normal rate. Within ten minutes, she had reviewed all the matches.

After assessing the footage, she came to a conclusion. Although Helen had remained undefeated, her opponents had all been inexperienced.

Helen's gameplay lacked any advanced strategy, indicating she was far from a professional.

Megan quickly regained her confidence, realizing that Helen was no real threat. It turned out her earlier anxiety had been unwarranted. Helen's success seemed more a matter of luck than genuine skill.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She had always doubted that Helen could truly be a chess expert.

In the finals, Megan was finally up against Helen. Her friends were even more excited than she was.

"Go, Megan! Finish her off in five minutes!"

"Wait, don't rush it! It's more entertaining if you stretch it out a bit. Don't make it too easy for her!"

Why did Helen project such an imposing presence?

Frustration boiled within her, the heat of her anger making her increasingly exasperated. Throwing caution to the wind, she barked, "Hasn't anyone told you who taught me chess?"

"It definitely wasn't me," Helen said, shrugging. "I wouldn't waste my time on such an unimpressive student."

"Why on earth would I want to learn from you? Do you really think you're worthy?" Megan snapped, her anger nearly spilling over. But upon seeing the staff approaching, she managed to rein in her outburst.

Taking a deep breath, she proudly declared, "My mentor is none other than Mr. Benedict Murray, the chairman of the Grand Cathay Chess Association. You've probably never even heard of him."

"Who's that?" Helen asked, a smirk curling on her lips.

Megan immediately eased her guard. As she had suspected, Helen didn't seem to know who Benedict was, which likely meant her chess skills were far from impressive.