Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 941

"Wow, this woman really knows how to stir the pot!" someone whispered, their voice laced with disdain.

"Yeah, and she doesn't even appreciate the advice. Serves her right for being such a sucker," another added, shaking their head.

"Mind your own business," someone else retorted. "If she wants to throw her money away, let her. It's not like her cash is ending up in your pocket anyway."

Helen caught the last remark and found a strange sort of truth in it. "Yes, I'm so broke that all I have left is money. It just sits there in my wallet, nagging at me. Spending it is the only way to make it feel worthwhile!"

She tossed out the words with a defiant air, effectively shutting them up.

But before she could bask in her small victory, Otto's voice slithered in, smooth and insincere. "Ms. Spencer, your boldness is truly admirable. How about giving me a chance to exchange some tips on lavish spending?"

Helen narrowed her eyes. A dangerous glint flashed across her gaze.

Her expression was clear. "If you want to die, just say so."

Laura, worried that Otto might provoke Helen too much, quickly cleared her throat and interjected, "It's time to head inside."

Otto finally took the hint, straightened up, and adopted a more serious demeanor. "Alright."

He glanced at Helen. "I'll be waiting for you inside."

With that, he turned and walked into the building.

Laura gave Helen a reassuring smile and a nod before following Otto.

Helen shook her head in frustration. Such a good woman—why did she end up with someone like him?

As the doors to the inner hall swung open, the crowd surged forward with palpable excitement. Helen was left unnoticed as everyone jostled to get inside.

Freddie was among the eager crowd. Spotting Helen, he couldn't resist a smirk. "If you're so sure of your skills, why don't you stay out there and prove yourself with those worthless stones?"

However, Freddie and Helen stood apart from the rest.

Freddie, arriving last, paused just inside the door. He stood with a dismissive air, barely moving as he surveyed the room with disdain.

Helen, in contrast, seemed almost bored. She was standing off to the side with a look of impatience that suggested she had little interest in the spectacle.

To everyone else, it looked like resignation—like she'd already accepted defeat and given up.

Kendrick was among them.

Determined to play the role of the helpful advisor, he stepped up to her. "Ms. Spencer, how about I help you pick out the stones? If we wait too long, the best ones might be gone."

Helen gave him a thoughtful nod. "Sure," she said before turning on her heel and heading for the door. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"Wait, what?" Kendrick's jaw dropped as he watched Helen's figure retreat, her silhouette disappearing through the doorway.