Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 933

Not far from the airport terminal, Helen found herself immediately immersed in the unique atmosphere of Dardford.

The city's narrow, winding streets were alive, with vendors selling a variety of handmade crafts. Meanwhile, the local fashion distinctly set the residents apart from the visitors.

Helen and the others were among the many tourists likely here for the gemstone auction.

While Stagville had its own gemstone enthusiasts, it wasn't the birthplace of this tradition. In Dardford, however, gemstone auctions were deeply ingrained in the culture.

Some street vendors even offered their own twist on the experience, selling mystery boxes for a hundred bucks each.

Of course, most of the contents were worthless pieces of gemstone, but the real allure lay in the thrill of the gamble.

"Stop here," Helen called out to the driver as she opened the car door. "You can go ahead and drop the luggage at the hotel. I'll explore around for a while."

"Ms. Boston, please be careful," Kendrick advised.

"I go by Spencer," Helen replied.

"But aren't you from part of the Boston family?" Kendrick asked. "Never mind. Ms. Spencer, Dardford can be quite chaotic, so please stay safe and return soon."

Kendrick trusted Helen and refrained from probing further. With that, he instructed the driver to resume their journey.

Before long, Helen arrived at a bustling market. She hoped to pick up some intriguing trinkets to bring back for Chandler. After browsing through several stalls, she found nothing that caught her eye.

Suddenly, a woman's urgent shout echoed through the air.

"Stop! Thief!"

Her voice grew louder from behind, grabbing Helen's attention.

Helen's steps faltered as she watched the once-congested street clear unexpectedly.

A man was barreling through the crowd, clutching a designer handbag tightly. He pushed past astonished pedestrians, racing directly toward Helen.

The people around instinctively stepped aside, eager to avoid any potential trouble. Meanwhile, Helen stood firmly in place, refusing to move.

At that moment, Otto's voice cut through the air.

"Did you get it back?"

As his words echoed, Otto emerged from the crowd. Almost immediately, his eyes settled on Helen.

Noticing the malicious glint in Otto's gaze, Helen's expression turned cold.

"Ms. Spencer, what a pleasant surprise," Otto said, his gaze fixed firmly on her.

Helen's eyes narrowed with disdain as she replied, "Your associate was just robbed, and instead of showing concern for her, you're here making advances on other women. Do you really think that's appropriate, Mr. Sheridan?"

"What's inappropriate about it?" Otto asked with a sly grin. "You recovered Laura's belongings, so it's only fitting that I express my gratitude."

"Mr. Sheridan, you certainly have a knack for twisting things," Helen shot back, her expression dripping with contempt.