Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 932

Without bothering to hear Faye out, the officer marched out of the room, leaving her seething with anger.

It was obvious that he was singling her out because she hailed from Aguilisco. What right did he have to act so condescending?

If not for Otto, Stagville would still be a small, insignificant town. Did he really believe he could look down on outsiders?

After some time, Faye finally managed to calm herself down. She refocused her attention on the emerald, examining it meticulously.

She had never unlocked the safe before. So, how did the emerald end up inside?

Could it be possible that she had unconsciously placed it there while sleeping? If so, where had Helen's emerald vanished to?

Faye inspected the gemstone cautiously, scrutinizing it for any imperfections.

As she lifted it, the stone suddenly cracked. In an instant, it shattered into several pieces, revealing only a dull rock where vibrant green should have been.

In a panic, Faye immediately called the officer from earlier.

"What's the problem now?" the officer answered, clearly annoyed.

"My gemstone is ruined!" Faye exclaimed urgently. "It's completely lost its emerald! Someone must have stolen it!"

"Alright, Ms. Boston, please calm down. In Stagville, everyone understands the risks involved in gemstone auctions.

"When you buy a rough stone, whether it turns out to contain emerald is a matter of chance. If it doesn't, you must come to terms with it. Are you going to keep harassing us because you can't accept this outcome?

"Stop calling! If you keep this up, I'll file a complaint for obstruction of justice!"

"But—"

Before Faye could say another word, the officer abruptly hung up on her.

"Hey boss, everything's sorted," came the voice on the other end. "The emerald and the fifty thousand in cash are secure. When do you want me to deliver them to you?"

"No need for that," Helen replied. "Go ahead and sell the emerald. Take your cut and donate the rest to the orphanage."

"It's fine. I'm happy to do the job without needing any commission. By the way, I planted a bug in that woman's room.

"It recorded the entire conversation where the police made a fool of her. Want me to send it to you for a good laugh?"

"Sure. This is your personal number, right? I'll save it now, and you can send me a message afterward."

"Gotcha."

After the call ended, they quickly connected via WhatsApp. Soon, the recording file arrived, accompanied by a cheeky emoji.

Helen responded with a laughing emoji, choosing not to open the file. Instead, she labeled his contact as "Underground Mole".