Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1010

"An amateur will always be an amateur," Megan sneered. "You don't even know who Mr. Murray is, yet you have the nerve to show up at his event. What a joke! In a world this vast, there's no shortage of clueless people like you."

She relished the opportunity to mock Helen, enjoying the sting of her words.

Helen might use her looks to win Chandler's favor, but this was an elite event, not a beauty contest. Here, she was just a pretty face with no real standing.

After a brief pause, Megan's frustration surged again. She continued sharply, "If you admit defeat now and leave voluntarily, I might extend some grace to Mr. Sheridan and act like I'm unaware of the situation.

"But if you insist on competing, don't blame me for being ruthless. When you lose miserably, even Chandler will have to hang his head in shame!"

Helen initially paid little attention, her focus drifting as she idly fiddled with her ear. She was also considering whether to give the Zollinger family some leeway to prevent further conflict with Priscilla.

At this critical moment, settling for a draw and ending things amicably seemed like a feasible option. However, as soon as Megan's blatant disregard for Chandler reached Helen's ears, her smile vanished.

She narrowed her eyes, a cold, piercing glint flashing in them. "Have you considered that you might be the one who ends up embarrassing Chandler?"

"Me?" Megan clutched her stomach, her laughter echoing. "I admire your optimism. Even now, you're still so stubborn. Haven't you realized that all your opponents so far have been amateurs? None of them were truly skilled.

"Those games you played earlier were nothing more than child's play. Forget about me; any of my friends would easily outmatch you!"

"Are you sure about that?" Helen's gaze remained steely, though her lips curved into a faint smile. "And what if you lose?"

"Me? Lose?" Megan scoffed, crossing her arms. "Fine. If I lose, I'll kneel before everyone here. But if I win, you'll have to apologize in the same way!"

Helen smiled calmly. "It's a deal."

"I only picked it up out of interest and practiced for a few days. Honestly, my skills are just average," Otto explained with a shrug.

He then raised his champagne glass and gestured toward a distinguished man nearby. "That's Mr. Elijah Chamberlain, a protégé of Mr. Murray. If things go as expected, he'll be your toughest opponent here. You'll have the chance to face him if you advance."

As they spoke, they had already reached Elijah.

Otto acted as the intermediary, saying, "Mr. Chamberlain, allow me to introduce Helen Spencer. It's her first time here, and she's already advanced to the finals."

Helen smiled and nodded at Elijah, ready to extend a warm greeting. But before she could say anything, Elijah shot her a brief, dismissive look and turned away.

What just happened? Did he really just ignore her?