Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1081

Mia remained oblivious to the tension between Helen and Otto. She relished the last bite of pelmeni, patted her full belly, and let out a satisfied burp.

"Helen, if I could enjoy pelmeni like this every day, I'd happily work for you forever—even without a salary!" she declared.

Helen chuckled and reminded her, "Just so you know, we're still live. The viewers can see exactly how easy it is to keep you satisfied."

"What? Oh, right! I almost forgot!" Mia quickly adjusted the phone's angle, snapping back into professional mode. "So, that concludes today's livestream. I hope everyone in the chat enjoys their meals and has a restful night. Helen, give a wave and say goodbye to everyone!"

Helen gave the camera a warm smile and said, "Goodbye."

As Mia was about to take the phone off the stand to end the livestream, the doorbell rang persistently.

Growing impatient, she hurried to answer it. When she saw who was on the other side, she was momentarily stunned.

"Mr. Ty… Tyrone?"

At that moment, a notification popped up. "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing has just sent a virtual gift to the streamer!"

The message read, "Money is no object; just make sure my man gets on camera!"

In a flash, the screen erupted with a dazzling display of fireworks and special effects from the virtual gift. It was only then that Mia grasped the situation and swiftly ended the livestream.

"I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Tyrone…" Mia's voice trembled with embarrassment.

Tyrone had been a prominent figure in the entertainment industry since he was young, gaining fame through his striking looks and talent.

With a fanbase that crossed all demographics, he was in high demand, and his appearances were carefully orchestrated. Thus, this accidental disclosure of his identity was a serious breach of protocol.

Despite the slip-up, Tyrone remained composed and smoothly redirected the conversation. "Is Helen inside?"

Helen responded with a look of innocence. "Should I?"

Their interaction resembled a playful spat between a couple.

Tyrone frowned and sighed in exasperation. "If you're going to do a livestream, why didn't you let me know beforehand? Do you think I don't deserve the courtesy?"

"Oh, is that what you meant?" Helen said with a faint smile, visibly relieved. "I wasn't trying to keep it from you. Anyway, you're here now, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I was just about to be the last one to know," Tyrone replied, his tone tinged with bitterness.

"Well, I didn't want to interrupt your filming," Helen said with a smile, deftly changing the subject. "Have you had dinner yet?"

Tyrone sighed, deciding not to push the issue further. He removed his coat and draped it over the sofa. "Could you make me some buffalo wings? And don't skimp on the spice—I'm craving something with a bit more kick tonight."