Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1752

"Ms. O'Connor, what should we do about Adrian?" Georgia's assistant asked, stepping forward.

"Let him go."

A pawn with no value left to exploit was better off released. What trouble could he possibly cause now?

"Understood." Her assistant nodded and quickly called the Prime Minister to relay the order.

Once the call concluded, Georgia tightened her grip on her cane and started to descend the steps.

As she took a few steps, Thorley suddenly emerged from the reception hall, obstructing their way.

"Ms. O'Connor, wait up.

"Don't you want to know why the prince and the princess were so upset and who they're scheduled to meet later?"

Georgia's curiosity was piqued, and she paused, turning her attention back to him. "I'm listening."

Thorley took a deep breath and pulled out his phone. After a few taps, he turned the screen to face her.

"Half an hour ago, Chandler posted a teaser for a fashion show honoring Amy. The designs he showcased reflect her signature style, enhanced with thoughtful, eye-catching improvements.

"While both you and Chandler draw inspiration from her, he does so openly and with respect, treating her as a celebrated designer. But Ms. O'Connor, your team attempted to pass off her work as an original.

"In comparison to Chandler, you appear deceitful. As devoted fans of Amy, how could the prince and princess not be furious?"

Georgia listened intently, a faint, mocking smile on her lips. She didn't bother to contest his explanation.

Just then, her assistant stepped forward, visibly frustrated. "Ms. O'Connor, do you think Adrian betrayed us?"

"Ambition drives progress. If you didn't want anything, how could I push you to fully commit to our goals?" Georgia said with a sly smile.

Thorley was convinced. "I like your perspective, Georgia."

"Wait a moment, you've shared your terms, but I have my own," Georgia interrupted. "Starting this year, you'll sponsor a group of physics students from Grand Cathay annually. How does that sound?"

"Ms. O'Connor, you certainly have a strong sense of public interest," Thorley quipped.

"All you need to do is lend your name. I'll take care of the logistics and costs. So, is it a yes or a no?"

"Absolutely, yes!" Thorley exclaimed, spreading his arms wide in excitement. "Just the thought of having a scholarship named after me fills me with pride. Ms. O'Connor, we're meant for success, aren't we?"

"Of course."