Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 925

Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Helen and Ambrose approached Kendrick, carrying the Rockefeller emerald.

"Here you go, Mr. Hart," Ambrose said with a knowing smile, handing the emerald to him.

Kendrick could hardly believe his eyes. He fell silent, worried that any words might shatter the magic of the moment.

"Come on, Mr. Hart." Helen sighed, snapping her fingers in front of him. "This isn't a dream. If you don't take it soon, we might just walk away with this gem!"

Kendrick's tears turned into a radiant smile as he reached out to accept the stone.

Though it weighed only 40 pounds, it felt as though it carried the weight of a thousand pounds in his hands.

This stone symbolized the hope and future of Hart Jewelry.

As Kendrick admired the emerald, a slender hand suddenly intruded into his view, dropping a business card onto the stone.

Looking up, Kendrick saw Helen mimicking a phone call next to her ear. "Mr. Hart, the emerald is yours now. If you want to discuss further details, just give me a call."

She then teasingly warned the surrounding jewelers, "There will be a limited number of pieces, so it's first come, first served!"

In a flash, Kendrick was surrounded by a crowd of people. Overcome with joy, he didn't know how to react. It had been years since he had received such attention.

He couldn't believe that his four million-dollar investment had yielded the legendary Rockefeller emerald. This wasn't just a lucky break; it was a game-changing opportunity.

It was remarkable how effortlessly Helen had handed it all over to him.

Kendrick had a clear plan in mind, but since Helen was in no rush, he decided to take his time as well. This way, both of them would have plenty of time to carefully consider their next steps.

By the time they left the auction venue, night had fallen. In high spirits, Helen offered to take the wheel, proudly showing off her driving skills.

Naturally, she was the last to get home after dropping everyone off.

Once she had parked the car, Helen casually twirled her keys and hummed a tune as she made her way to the elevator.

Without missing a beat, she seized the knife, her eyes fixed on the man's shoulder. She lifted the blade, ready to bring it down.

Just then, a sports car roared toward them, stopping a mere half meter away.

The car's headlights cut through the darkness, casting a harsh spotlight on Helen and the man. Helen had to squint against the blinding glare.

When the car door swung open, she was taken aback to see Otto stepping out.

"I told you we'd cross paths again," Otto said casually.

"What are you doing here?" Helen asked, suspecting Otto might have been the one trailing her.

"This is my hotel. Why wouldn't I be here?" Otto replied with a grin. Ignoring Helen's disdainful look, he turned his attention to the man pinned beneath her.

"So, Ms. Spencer, are you planning to take matters into your own hands here in my establishment?" Otto asked.