Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1058

The ones most devastated were the single ladies who had dressed to the nines.

"Am I imagining things, or did Otto just admit that he hasn't been able to win Helen's affection?"

"Please hold me up. Thank you—I'm feeling a bit lightheaded!"

"Has Otto really found someone? I can't believe it's a woman from the countryside. So that's his type, huh? Is it too late for me to head to the countryside and sign up for a makeover?"

"Since when did Otto develop such peculiar tastes?"

Meanwhile, Otto was completely unaware of the stir he had caused among the women. He exchanged a brief, knowing glance with the sales assistant.

The sales assistant understood immediately and responded with a nod. She then stepped out from behind Jenson and pulled a stack of documents from her bag.

"These documents include Ms. Fiona's shopping records from that day, the invoice, and a copy of her signed credit card transaction.

"The originals are stored at the shop, and our manager has confirmed they can be verified at any time. If needed, we can also provide video footage from the store to assist Mr. Cunningham."

After delivering her message, the sales assistant stepped onto the stage and presented the documents to Johnny in front of the assembled crowd.

Johnny clenched his teeth as he received the documents. Spotting Fiona's familiar signature, a brief look of disappointment crossed his face.

He was stunned that his beloved daughter could wish him dead.

His mind wandered to his late wife, picturing her mocking his gullibility as she lay in another's embrace. Overwhelmed by rage, he crumpled the papers tightly in his fist.

Meanwhile, Fiona quietly hid behind a pillar, watching the unfolding drama below. Seeing Johnny's furious reaction, she instinctively raised her hand to cover her mouth.

If Helen thought she could evade the repercussions, she was in for a sobering surprise.

Unable to hold back any longer, Fiona stormed down the steps and stopped behind Johnny. She removed her high heels and gripped them tightly in her hands.

"Helen!" Fiona shouted, flinging one of the heels straight at Helen's face.

Despite the sudden assault, Helen maintained her composure and stood her ground. She knew that such a direct attack could be easily avoided with just a slight tilt of her head.

As always, foolishness revealed itself—Fiona's warning made it far too easy for Helen to anticipate and avoid the attack. Who wouldn't be prepared for such a predictable move?

But just as Helen braced herself to dodge, a figure suddenly surged in from the side, blocking her view.