Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 547

As the curtain covered the actors onstage, the thunderous applause lingered. The performance was a resounding success.

Backstage, actors removed their makeup and costumes, took photos, and posted them on social media.

As Helen prepared to change, Samantha accosted her, grabbing her arm. "What was that onstage?"

Helen stared impassively at Samantha's hand. Her stern presence shook Samantha, forcing her to release her grip.

"That was a performance accident. Do you realize how serious that is?" Samantha blustered unconvincingly, swallowing hard.

Someone couldn't stand it anymore and interjected, "Come on, Samantha. Didn't we manage to salvage it in the end? If it weren't for Helen, there'd have been no chance of an accident at all. Stop nitpicking!"

"Yeah! I think Helen did a great job. Achieving that effect without rehearsal is impressive!"

"Exactly! She helped out of kindness. Stop with your petty vendettas..."

"Who are you talking about?" Samantha flared up.

"Who are you calling petty? I'm doing this for art. The script celebrated great romance, not selfish maternal love. Helen missed the point entirely!"

A voice from the corner piped up. "Oh, come on. She just stole your lead's spotlight. What's the big deal? Get over it!"

"Who said that? Speak up!" Samantha bristled, her supposed principles unraveling under attack. She grew flustered.

Helen tapped the spot where Samantha had touched her. As everyone fell silent, she asked coolly, "How about you explain this? Why was that knight's sword aimed at my left eye during the final scene?"

Meanwhile, Chandler and Tyrone recognized Helen's witch disguise. They left the judges' panel and went backstage to celebrate with her.

However, even after they had searched the makeup rooms, they couldn't find Helen.

Aware of her distaste for noise, they headed toward the back door. As they neared the door, they heard voices conversing. They instinctively lightened their footsteps.

Samantha cautiously surveyed her surroundings, ensuring that no one was watching. Then, she handed over a long black garbage bag to a man.

Taking the package, the man respectfully inquired, "Miss, did you use the item?"

Samantha replied irritably, "Use it? No, she dodged it. All my planning was wasted. That bitch Helen… One day, I'm going to ruin her face. We will see what she's got to be proud of then!"