Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1367

Augustine nodded approvingly and turned to Dylan. "You see? Even if Mr. Lescher and I don't vote, Helen's support far outweighs yours. Majority rules—this calligraphy contest is officially happening!"

With that, he excitedly grabbed the microphone on the table and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the Glendale Calligraphy Association, I declare that a new competition piece, 'Ode to the Silent Forest,' has been added. Contestants Helen and Sadie, you may begin writing!"

The staff quickly prepared the stage, placing two desks for the participants to write simultaneously. Once everything was set, only Sadie and Helen remained on stage.

As Sadie approached her desk and picked up her brush, she suddenly froze. Her brow furrowed as she stared at the blank paper, beads of cold sweat trickling down her forehead.

The content of "Ode to the Silent Forest" had nothing in common with "A Moonlit Night on the Spring River". How could she possibly write it?

The moment she touched the brush to the paper, everyone would see she lacked real skill in copperplate script.

But if she didn't write, how could she prove her abilities? What was she supposed to do?

Sadie's mind went completely blank. As she hesitated, the ink began to gather at the tip of her brush, forming a heavy droplet. Suddenly, it fell onto the pristine paper.

In an instant, the ink bloomed outward, creating a bold, dark blot that starkly contrasted with the unblemished surface.

"After years of studying calligraphy, it's shocking that you still make such a basic mistake," Helen sneered. "It seems you haven't learned anything from Ms. Void."

Sadie froze, the gravity of the moment pressing heavily on her. Before she could even put pen to paper, the ink had already dripped—an embarrassment for any calligrapher.

In a panic, she flung the brush aside and staggered back a few steps.

"Well, well, looks like you're finally admitting you're jealous of me, huh? Haven't you been trying to hold me back all these years?"

The two continued their heated argument on stage. Unable to interject, Helen decided to step back and let them go at it.

Taking a deep breath, she began to write in silence, focusing intently on her calligraphy.

Incensed, Augustine grabbed Dylan by the collar, ready to lash out.

At that moment, the host's voice crackled over the loudspeaker. "This… this is a copperplate script! And the letters are just…"