Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1020

"This month, I've come across two emeralds with strikingly rare colors," Helen said, her tone becoming serious. "I suspect their unusual hues may be due to radiation from an extremist group.

"I want to be upfront with you—we're currently investigating the mysterious disappearance of a physicist. Many physicists in Grand Cathay have vanished inexplicably over the past three years. It's possible that these emeralds are connected to these disappearances.

"The emerald you have is the first of its kind found in Grand Cathay, making it crucial to our investigation. I hope you'll help us resolve this issue for the sake of Grand Cathay's scientific progress."

Reuben stared at Helen in surprise. "Are you with the police?"

"Not exactly," Helen replied solemnly. "However, my family and loved ones have suffered because of these emeralds. I am determined to uncover the truth for their sake."

Reuben nodded thoughtfully, his perspective shifting as he gained a clearer understanding of the situation.

After thinking for a moment, Helen decided to adjust her approach. "How about this—could you just let me know if your emerald was sourced domestically or internationally?"

At Helen's words, Reuben fell silent, deep in thought.

After a moment, he removed his glasses and cleaned the lenses. "The emerald was purchased from a physicist named Professor Goodwin," he explained.

"While emeralds with rare colors are still uncommon, he was only asking a hundred thousand dollars for it at the time. Worried he might reconsider, I offered him a million dollars to close the deal."

"Goodwin? Are you talking about Xavier Goodwin?" Helen asked, her voice tinged with urgency. If it were indeed him, it could reveal some crucial details.

"I'm not certain; all I know is that his last name was Goodwin," Reuben said, adjusting his glasses. "How old is this Xavier you mentioned?" he asked with a serious expression.

"He's likely in his 30s or 40s," Helen replied, trying to recall his exact age.

"Then it's not him," Reuben remarked. "The person I dealt with was about my age. It's possible he could be the father of the man you're referring to."

"This is something I need to look into further," Helen said thoughtfully. "The clues are just starting to come together, and there's still a long way to go before we have the full picture."

"But," Helen continued, setting her concerns aside and speaking earnestly to Otto, "I want to thank you for today. You've helped me confirm an important theory."

Despite Otto's somewhat aloof demeanor, Helen was generous with her praise.

"Shh—" Otto put a finger to his lips, flashing a relaxed smile. "I have a feeling you'll have plenty more chances to thank me. How about this—instead of saying 'thank you,' you could say, 'I hope to see you again.' That way, you won't be indebted to me for any more favors. What do you say?"

Hope to see you again?

How could Helen bring herself to make such an ambiguous, flirtatious remark?