Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 942

"Oh heavens, why do I have such an unreliable boss?" Kendrick wailed inwardly.

With no other options, Kendrick realized he had to depend on himself. He clenched his fists and charged into the crowd, ready to give it everything he had.

The morning sped by in no time.

Feeling a bit peckish after her wanderings outside, Helen decided to grab a bite at one of the few restaurants near the venue.

While Dardford's exhibition hall was impressively set up, the surrounding amenities were lacking. With only a handful of dining spots available, mealtime was a guaranteed chance to bump into all sorts of people.

Helen had just placed her order and was waiting for her food when a lively conversation from the next table caught her attention.

"Hey, did you hear? This clueless rich woman just waltzed in and challenged Freddie. And get this—she started picking raw stones in the outer hall like she's never even seen one before!"

"Seriously? What happened this morning?"

"Apparently, she chose just one raw stone, and Freddie hasn't even made his move yet."

"No way. It's one thing for her to be clueless, but Freddie? If he waits too long, all the good stuff will be gone!"

"Who knows what's up? Freddie's acting pretty weird this time around."

"I think it's simpler than that. Freddie's probably got a thing for her and wants to play it safe."

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't know? The bet between them is if Freddie wins, he gets to sleep with her for seven days. If it were me, I'd make sure she was completely under my control. I'd take both the girl and the money."

As the man reveled in his scheming, a bowl came crashing down on his head, drenching him in sticky porridge.

The man's eyes bulged with rage. "You ungrateful bastard! You're asking for it!"

With a furious roar, he swung his fist at Otto.

In a fluid motion, Otto sidestepped and effortlessly caught the man's fist. Without missing a beat, Otto swung his other hand, shattering a glass cup against the man's head.

The glass exploded into shards, the water cascading over the man's face and washing away the clinging rice grains.

"Let me go!" the man cried out in agony.

"I've cleaned you up. Satisfied?" Otto's eyebrows arched in mock innocence.

"Pfft." A mischievous laugh suddenly drifted over.