Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 919

Helen appeared noticeably less composed than she had been in the first half of the event.

She eagerly stood up and approached the edge. With both hands on the railing, she leaned forward, stretching her neck to peer below.

Her youthful voice captured the attention of the entire crowd, causing them to look up in response.

Access to the second floor was typically reserved for the wealthy and privileged. Everyone was curious to know which affluent family's daughter possessed such keen insight.

To their surprise, the bidder turned out to be an unfamiliar woman, accompanied by a group of young men. This unexpected sight caused the audience to erupt in laughter.

"Whose prodigal daughter is this? Why would she come here to embarrass herself?"

"Despite her polished appearance, she seems completely clueless. Her knowledge of gemstones is surprisingly limited. Tell me, young lady, do you have any idea what high-quality emerald rough should look like?

"Ideally, the exterior should be pale to ensure the best internal quality. Bringing this stone home might just give your father a heart attack!"

The man's insincere comments immediately triggered another burst of laughter from the audience.

Consequently, no bids were raised in the first round. Helen's offer of five hundred thousand dollars stood uncontested for over a minute amidst the ongoing laughter.

As Helen looked around the room, a chuckle escaped her lips.

Had she anticipated the lack of competing bids, she would have bid just three hundred thousand dollars. Instead, she found herself spending an extra two hundred thousand dollars unnecessarily.

It seemed these audience members had much poorer judgment than those in Dardford. Helen felt confident of her impending victory. On stage, Graham also smiled, ready to congratulate her.

Suddenly, from the right side, a cold male voice pierced the silence.

"Eight hundred and eighty thousand dollars."

The man's deep, commanding voice resonated clearly throughout the venue, capturing everyone's attention.

All eyes immediately shifted toward the only other fool in the room.

Despite Fiona's standing as a well-respected socialite in Stagville, they took turns disparaging and undermining her reputation.

Fiona's face flushed with anger, ready to counter each accusation.

Feeling the tension rise, Faye swiftly stepped in. "Fiona, stay calm! Otto is upstairs watching; let's not give him the impression that you can't keep your composure!

"Those men aren't the ones you should worry about impressing. Don't let their words affect you. Remember to measure yourself against equals, not to waste time comparing yourself with fools!"

Fiona nodded thoughtfully. "You're absolutely right. I shouldn't let these idiots provoke me. They're not worth my frustration.

"Faye, I appreciate you stepping in. You prevented me from possibly embarrassing myself in front of Otto."

Faye managed a sheepish smile. "Happy to assist."

In truth, Fiona had almost compromised her reputation too.