Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1077

"Thank you!" Mia said, still mesmerized by the estate's grandeur. She let out a sigh, summoning the courage to speak to Helen. "To be honest, Ms. Spencer, I sensed you had a remarkable presence that day, but I didn't expect you to be so wealthy…"

"Me?" Helen chuckled softly. "Actually, you're mistaken. This house belongs to Hannah Mitchell. I'm just borrowing it for a bit."

"I see…" Mia said with a nod.

As she absorbed Helen's words, her eyes widened in sudden realization. "Wait, did you say Hannah Mitchell? Is that the same Hannah Mitchell I was talking about? Helen… So, does that mean the Helen Hannah tagged on Twitter is actually you? And the masked star…"

Helen gave a slight shrug. "Since you'll be my manager now, there's no need for secrets. Yes, it's me."

Mia gasped, her mouth open in disbelief as she stared at Helen. "So, am I really going to be the manager for Hannah Mitchell's close friend and a rising star? Is this a dream or something? This place feels like paradise—I can't possibly be awake!"

As she spoke, Mia slapped herself, trying to shake off the shock.

"Ouch, it still hurts! Wait, this means I'm in real life!" She froze for a moment before looking up at Helen. "B-But why me? I haven't even finished my internship yet. What if I don't do well? What if I mess everything up?"

Helen couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated. "If I had any doubts, I wouldn't have chosen you. I picked you because I believe we're meant to work together. It's not helpful to be negative before you've even started."

Mia instinctively covered her mouth and quickly apologized, "I'm really sorry; it won't happen again. I promise to work hard, Ms. Spencer!"

Helen's lips curved into a smile. "I trust you. Now, stop dawdling and come inside. We're about to start our first live stream, and you'll be the camera operator. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Don't worry, it'll be a breeze," Mia responded with confidence. "But what's the theme of the live stream?"

"Um…" Helen hesitated, struggling to come up with an answer. "I haven't figured that out yet. Have you had something to eat? Why don't I prepare something for us, and we can brainstorm while we eat?"

"Sorry, Ms. Spencer, I must admit I haven't been entirely upfront. I have a bit of a weakness—I, um, don't really know how to cook."

Since they began the stream half an hour earlier than planned, the audience was still small, with only about a dozen viewers tuned in.

"Good evening, everyone! This is my first livestream. Tonight, I'll be making a simple dinner for you all. I'd be grateful if you could like and share the stream!"

"Ms. Spencer, wait a moment! How about engaging with the viewers before we begin?"

Helen smiled, placing the bowl of flour aside and waving at the camera. "Good evening! I hope everyone is enjoying their meals. Today, I'll be making pelmeni for you."

As Helen spoke, she noticed a faint notification in the livestream chat and leaned in to take a closer look.

To the viewers, however, their screens were suddenly filled with a close-up of her large, glistening eyes and long eyelashes.