Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1153

Callie was watching the live broadcast on TV, having tuned in specifically to support Helen.

As the scene played out, the potato chips in her hand fell to the ground, scattering everywhere. She stood motionless, her eyes fixed on Helen's enlarged face on the screen.

Callie couldn't believe that her beloved idol, Hannah Mitchell, was actually Helen. It became clear that Helen's backstage appearance hadn't been a coincidence at all.

Even though Hannah had been close by the entire time, Callie had never recognized her.

After what felt like an eternity, Callie snapped out of her daze. She frantically searched the house for her phone and dialed Matthew's number.

"Dad! I need to go back to Aguilisco!"

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As Fiona gazed at Helen's breathtaking face, her movements came to a sudden halt. She staggered back a few steps, clearly shocked. "This can't be happening…"

Her expression momentarily froze as she took in the revelation. She glanced down, her focus shifting to the makeup remover in her hand.

"It must be the makeup remover!" Fiona shouted, pointing accusingly at the staff. "You're all in on this with Helen! This makeup remover has been tampered with—it doesn't work!"

The production crew exchanged puzzled looks, feeling innocent in the situation. Fiona had demanded that Helen's makeup be removed, but now she was accusing the team of collusion. She had managed to shift the blame entirely to them.

Despite this, Fiona remained steadfast in her conviction. She poured the entire bottle of makeup remover onto her face and began scrubbing furiously with a cotton pad.

A few moments later, Fiona faced the camera with a triumphant smile. "See? This makeup remover is a fraud—it doesn't work at all!"

The camera zoomed in for a close-up of her face.

While the photographer behind the camera continued to film, the rest of the crew watched Fiona with puzzled expressions.

Her face now resembled a wall covered in graffiti; the mixture of water and pigments created a disordered, unsettling mess.

After what felt like an eternity, Fiona suddenly realized she was live on national television.

"Ah! No! No!" Panicking, Fiona clutched her head and rushed toward the crew, desperately trying to stop the recording. "Stop filming! Stop filming!"

As she startled one of the makeup artists, another camera quickly took over, capturing her disheveled appearance and frantic movements from every angle.

Within moments, a dozen cameras were trained on her, broadcasting her meltdown in crisp, detailed clarity.

Fiona stared at the swarm of cameras in terror, feeling as though she were confronted by a horde of venomous snakes closing in on her.

She covered her face, desperately trying to hide her appearance from the public. But even as she did, she couldn't escape the sinking feeling that it was already too late.