Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1337

Tommy and Bentley finally quieted down.

At that moment, the reporters recognized Helen, and the cameras that had been focused on Sadie swiftly shifted to her instead.

A few bold reporters attempted to approach for an interview, but Chandler's commanding presence quickly intimidated them, causing them to back off.

Despite this, all eyes remained on Helen.

Sadie stood further ahead in line, and her frustration deepened. Her expression darkened as she observed the shift in attention.

Before long, Chandler received a phone call, and his demeanor turned serious.

"Is there something wrong at the office?" Helen asked, sensing his unease.

"Yes, we've run into a small issue, and my team isn't quite sure how to handle it," Chandler replied honestly.

"Go ahead; it's fine," Helen reassured him. "You can't go in anyway. I'll be perfectly fine with Tommy and Bentley."

Chandler shot a skeptical glance at Tommy and Bentley, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Newton," Tommy said, pulling Bentley closer and giving his chest a hearty slap. "Check out this muscle! Solid, right?"

Bentley eagerly joined in, flexing his biceps for effect.

Chandler let out a deep sigh, looking at Helen with a hint of resignation. "Alright, just call me if anything comes up. Don't hesitate to reach out."

"Got it! Now go on," Helen encouraged, giving him a gentle nudge. Reluctantly, Chandler walked away, glancing back at her multiple times.

The Calligraphy Association enforced strict rules—each person had to enter one at a time, and the next could only go in once the previous participant completed their evaluation.

Unfortunately, the evaluation process took between ten to 20 minutes per person.

"You little rascal! That jacket was brand new—I just bought it last night!"

Bentley had meant to wear that jacket for his meeting with Ashley, but he and Tommy soon found themselves in a heated argument over it.

Meanwhile, inside the Calligraphy Association, Augustine received a call from the security guard.

"Mr. Crawford, the young lady you mentioned has arrived. She's sitting under the big tree at the entrance!"

"Got it," Augustine replied.

After hanging up, Augustine cast a serious look at the group of local Calligraphy Association leaders in the room. "She's here. I'll go greet her."

"We'll come with you!"