Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1287

Just as Sadie was about to call someone to clean up, her phone rang with an incoming call from Dylan.

Sadie answered the call cautiously. As soon as she put the phone to her ear, Dylan's excited voice came through. "Hey Sadie, did you really create that calligraphy piece?"

Sadie smiled shyly, biting her lower lip as she spoke into the phone, "Yes, I've been practicing a lot over the past few days. I was hoping you could give me some feedback."

Dylan immediately zoomed in on the image, scrutinizing each letter.

The calligraphy closely mirrored the works of Iris found in the Calligraphy Association Museum, but it displayed an even more refined elegance.

If Dylan hadn't been aware that the only two existing pieces by Iris were securely locked in the museum, he might have believed this was a genuine work by Iris herself.

In just half a month, Sadie had made extraordinary progress. Dylan realized he had seriously underestimated her talent and potential.

"Your calligraphy is truly exceptional," Dylan remarked, his tone softening as he gathered his composure.

He added, "Even as your mentor, I find myself humbled. The new generation is indeed surpassing the old. Sadie, you are a student with immense promise. In the future, your achievements could very well rival those of Ms. Void."

Sadie's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Mr. Snyder, do you think I have a chance to reach the finals in the upcoming calligraphy competition?"

Upon hearing this, Dylan burst into laughter. "Of course, you'll make it to the finals. I'm sure many gold members of the Calligraphy Association won't be able to match your skills. But before we get ahead of ourselves, please write a few more pieces for me to review."

Sadie was immediately flustered.

After a brief pause, she found a reason to delay and said, "But Mr. Snyder, I haven't fully studied the structure of other calligraphy styles yet. I'd rather wait until I have a deeper understanding before showing more work. If my pieces come out mediocre, they won't be as impressive, don't you think?"

"That's a sensible approach," Dylan said, nodding in approval. "You're certainly a student with strong convictions. Since you've got your plans, just keep at it. If you can excel with the few pieces you've done, I'm confident you'll manage the rest just as well. I believe in you."

"Alright," Sadie replied, but she wasn't entirely convinced.

After hanging up, she frowned with worry as she looked at the three calligraphy books she had just purchased.

Paul quickly forwarded the Instagram post to Helen. "Boss, it looks like this is exactly what she was aiming for."

Helen calmly clicked on the link and noticed that internet users had already started referring to Sadie as "Little Iris". A hint of amusement flickered across her otherwise composed face.

From Seraphina's student to "Little Iris", Sadie had certainly earned a range of titles.

Just then, Chandler walked over with a glass of warm water and handed it to Helen. Looking at the screen over her shoulder, he remarked casually, "This calligraphy looks quite similar to yours."

"You've seen my calligraphy?" Helen asked, turning to look at him.

Chandler's lips curled into a subtle smile as he replied, "Aren't those calligraphy pieces in Mr. Charlie and Ms. Sylvia's room yours?"

"Yes, they are," Helen admitted with a sheepish smile. "I created those for fun when I was younger. Grandpa and Grandma insisted on putting them up. It's a bit of an embarrassing blast from the past…"