Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1751

"What?" Carl raised an eyebrow, glancing at Adrian behind her. "Are you the one? How should I address you?"

Adrian stepped forward. "Your Highness, my name is Adrian Newton. I'm Amy's colleague and have had the privilege of learning alongside her for some time. I sincerely hope to earn your approval before the selection begins."

"Adrian?" Carl arched a brow, intrigue evident in his tone. "Aren't you Mr. Chandler's representative designer? Why is Ms. O'Connor introducing you?"

Adrian lowered his gaze, letting Georgia take the floor.

"From a legal standpoint, Mr. Adrian has not signed any binding agreements with Mr. Chandler. There is no formal partnership, so Mr. Adrian is acting as an independent party.

"He is free to represent anyone, including himself, and his participation in the selection process poses no issues," Georgia explained in a composed manner.

Carl scrutinized her for a moment, then turned back to Adrian, a knowing smile playing on his lips. This certainly felt like a clever attempt to poach talent.

"Very well, let's see your designs," he said casually.

With that, Adrian quickly produced his design sketches and handed them over respectfully.

Carl crossed his legs and laid the sketches on his lap, flipping through them methodically.

Anna leaned in, her curiosity piqued as she strained to get a better view. As they examined the designs, their expressions gradually changed, and Anna sat up straighter.

After reviewing the last sketch, Carl slammed the entire stack onto the table with a resounding thud.

He looked up, his expression impassive, anger simmering in his gray-brown eyes as he fixed his gaze on Georgia. "Ms. O'Connor, do you really think you can take me and Princess Anna for fools?"

Seasoned in tense situations, Georgia maintained her composure. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, Your Highness."

"Last time, you attempted to present those awful garments as acceptable designs, and we overlooked it. But now you've unmistakably copied Amy's work. This is a serious disrespect to her. Did you really think we wouldn't notice?"

By taking this approach, Georgia not only distanced herself from Adrian but also legally justified his disqualification, effectively weakening Chandler's position while strengthening her own.

The tactic was ruthless—a striking example of using others and discarding them when they were no longer useful. Georgia couldn't help but admire her own cleverness.

Carl, on the other hand, was far from impressed. Although he wasn't aware of the full scope of her schemes, his patience had reached its limit.

"Ms. O'Connor, it seems your age has clouded your judgment, making you susceptible to manipulation. It's best to leave these matters to the younger generation. We have other commitments, so we won't keep you any longer."

The implication was clear, and Georgia had no choice but to exit with her assistant.

Once outside the reception hall, she paused by the sidewalk and let out a heavy sigh.

It was evident that her plan to have someone impersonate Helen had fallen apart, so she would need to devise a new strategy.