Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1753

Half an hour later, Destiny Corporation's new clothing launch event was in full swing.

The grand doors opened slowly, and Carl and Anna entered hand in hand. After making their way to the back row, they settled into their seats, quietly observing the runway show.

Among the event organizers, Jenson leaned over to Chandler and whispered, "Chandler, the prince and princess have arrived."

Chandler remained unfazed. "There's no need to rush. If we act too eager, it will come off as desperate."

"True," Jenson replied, his tension easing.

With Helen on their team, there was no way they could fail.

Keeping this in mind, Jenson and Chandler remained composed as they waited for the event to wrap up. Once it concluded, they approached Carl and Anna, who were busy reviewing designs at the registration table.

"Your Highnesses, what an honor to have you here. Please forgive us for not offering a more formal welcome," Chandler said, bowing respectfully.

"No need to worry about the formalities," Carl replied with a smile, dismissing the apology. "Mr. Chandler, today's show was exceptional, and the collection truly shines!"

"Thank you for your kind words, Your Highness, but the real credit belongs to the brilliant designer, Amy Dankworth. Her vision and creativity are far beyond what we could ever hope to comprehend," Chandler said, deliberately placing Helen on a higher pedestal.

"Amy is undoubtedly a rare talent in the world of design. I'm eager to see more of her work in the upcoming selection," Carl said.

He gestured toward the evening's showstopper gown. "That said, this dress clearly draws inspiration from Amy's style, yet it feels like it takes it a step further. I'm curious—who designed this piece?"

Chandler chuckled softly, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "Actually, this design was just a simple sketch created by my fiancée and daughter. I turned it into a keepsake to please them. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would catch Your Highness' attention. It's a delightful surprise."

"Is that so?" Anna chimed in, her eyes sparkling with interest. "No wonder there's a little rabbit brooch on the chest. Mr. Chandler, your daughter must be a charming little princess. Would you mind introducing us to her?"

"If Your Highnesses truly love it, please accept it as a gift," Helen said with a warm smile. "A rare talent may be common, but a discerning eye is not. Your praise and encouragement for my daughter mean more to me than any sum of money."

With just a few words, Helen gracefully transformed the transaction into a gesture of goodwill.

"You are truly an extraordinary mother!" Anna said, visibly moved as she embraced Helen warmly. "I was wondering if we could have the honor of dining together. Mrs. Newton, I'd love to get to know you better and spend more time with your little genius designer. What do you think?"

"The honor is mine," Helen replied, smiling back. "Not far from here is the Grand Cathay Food Plaza. Why don't we take a stroll, savor some delicious food, and have a chat? I'm sure the culinary delights of Grand Cathay will impress Your Highnesses."

Throughout the evening, Chandler and his family played the role of tour guides, leading Carl and Anna on a delightful journey of tasting and exploration.

While Chandler primarily took charge, Helen's feet ached from her high heels after hours of walking. As soon as they got home, she kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the couch with a sigh of relief.