Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 922

"You're mistaken, sir. I was simply curious if all men enjoy playing these kinds of games with their girlfriends," Laura Ashford remarked with a stoic expression.

"You don't get it. It's called 'flirting,'" Otto explained.

"You're right, I don't get it at all," Laura responded tersely.

Her cold response instantly drained Otto's enthusiasm. Turning off his phone, he replied nonchalantly, "Do you realize how much your attitude is ruining the vibe?"

"I'm aware of that now," Laura shot back.

As Otto attempted to salvage the situation, he quickly realized that arguing with a subordinate who lacked emotional insight was futile. He decided to let it slide and responded with a smile.

After all, only those who were deeply immersed in their emotions could truly understand them; it was pointless to involve others.

"I'll be right back," Otto typed into the chat. He then closed his phone and gestured for Laura to start her report.

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After the auction ended, a large segment of the crowd lingered, eager to see the stones being cut.

Many of the stones purchased at the auction were set to be cut on-site, catering to the curiosity of both buyers and spectators.

Among the onlookers were also jewelry dealers on the lookout for high-quality emeralds. If a valuable gem was uncovered, these dealers would quickly seize the opportunity to make a purchase.

As a result, some people could see their fortunes transform even before leaving the auction house.

The stone-cutting process captivated everyone's attention. This was because the stakes of the gemstone auction hinged on this crucial moment.

A single reveal could either bring immense wealth or lead to complete loss, depending on whether the stone contained valuable emeralds or turned out to be worthless.

Helen decided to dive into the excitement. She instructed Ambrose to hold the raw stone she had purchased as they watched the results of the other stones being revealed.

The first stone to be unveiled was the very first one auctioned, which had cost the buyer four million dollars. If it failed to reveal a top-quality gem, the buyer risked losing his entire investment.

People around the buyer offered words of sympathy and comfort, but whether genuine or not, he couldn't distinguish them through his profound despair.

His mind was a tumult of chaotic thoughts, and he felt as if he was on the verge of fainting.

Meanwhile, Helen remained calm and composed. Taking a deep breath, she approached the distressed buyer. "Hello, Mr. Hart."

Kendrick Hart glanced up at her with a look of despair before quickly averting his gaze. "Are you here to mock me as well?"

As a man in his thirties, Kendrick was old enough to be Helen's uncle. He felt he was entitled to a certain level of respect from her.

"I'm Helen, daughter of the Boston family from Aguilisco," Helen declared, hoping that her family's name would add weight to her words.

Kendrick finally took a proper look at Helen, though a trace of confusion remained in his eyes. "Ms. Helen, I don't believe we've met."

"It's not too late for introductions," Helen replied straightforwardly. "I'm interested in purchasing Hart Jewelry."