Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1036

Eren pulled out a small box and handed it to Fiona. "Inject this into Helios, and he won't be affected by the chemical."

Fiona accepted the box and handed the diffuser back to him. "I'll take care of Helios. Please make sure the diffuser is placed in the room."

"Understood, Ms. Cunningham," Eren replied promptly.

With that, they both headed back to the villa.

Fiona put the syringe aside and effortlessly returned to her role as the gracious host, greeting guests with a warm, radiant smile.

She quickly reclaimed her position as the evening's star, once more embodying the admired "Snow White" of the event.

The guests' attitudes changed in an instant.

"Fiona is so kind and gentle. I can't picture her harming anyone, especially her father. It seems we were making unfounded assumptions and blowing things out of proportion."

"Exactly. Even if she wanted the family fortune, she has no siblings to compete with. Once Johnny passes, the entire Cunningham estate will be hers. There's no need for her to take drastic measures."

"It looks like we were the ones with a narrow perspective. We've clearly misunderstood Ms. Cunningham."

"Absolutely. She's still quite young and probably spoke out of shock and confusion."

"Let's not forget Fiona was deeply rattled by Mr. Cunningham's close call. We should go offer her a toast to make amends."

In no time, Fiona was the center of attention once more, with guests flocking to shower her with praise.

In a corner, Helen watched Fiona intently, her silence speaking volumes. As she observed the very couple who had criticized Fiona now fawning over her, Helen couldn't suppress a disdainful smirk.

In this world, truth and justice often seemed eclipsed by personal gain. People were more focused on protecting their own interests than on standing up for what was right.

"Let's cut the cake, Princess!"

With everyone watching, Fiona reached for the knife. Just as she was about to make the first cut, she paused.

"Ms. Helen," Fiona called out, as if an idea had just occurred to her. She moved forward and scanned the room nervously. "Has anyone seen Ms. Helen Spencer?"

Helen, sipping her champagne, perked up at the sound of her name.

What was going on? Was Fiona planning something against her?

Setting her glass down, Helen stepped forward and said, "I'm here, Ms. Cunningham."

Fiona's inner disdain was masked by a bright smile. "Helen, I owe my father's safety to you today. It's said that the person who cuts the birthday cake brings good fortune. Why don't you do us the honor?"