Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 945

"Ms. Spencer!"

Kendrick suddenly emerged from the crowd, making Helen jump in surprise.

"What's the commotion?" Helen asked, her irritation evident.

"The number nine machine is about to cut our raw stone. Could you head over and keep an eye on it?" Kendrick requested.

"Alright," Helen replied with a nod, and she followed him toward the machine.

"She's here—this is the one," someone in the crowd pointed out.

"Once this stone is cut, it's officially hers," another voice added.

"So she actually showed up," someone remarked with a hint of surprise. "Today's cuts are all from the inner hall, and this is the only one from the outer hall. I wonder if it holds any surprises…"

"Oh? It's from the outer hall?" Someone remarked, their disinterest clear. "In that case, I'll check out the other machines."

Helen had barely arrived when most of the crowd had already drifted away. This worked to her advantage; with fewer people around, the atmosphere felt much lighter.

The stone cutter began working on her raw stone with focused precision.

In no time, Kendrick's voice cut through the murmurs. "There's an emerald in there!"

The stone cutter's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a stunned "Oh!"

The people who had wandered off were quickly drawn back by the commotion, straining to see what was happening.

Freddie, who had been keeping a distant watch, immediately zeroed in on the scene.

Could this woman truly be the next Chosen One, capable of turning ordinary stones into extraordinary treasures?

The crowd's eyes were riveted on the stone cutter's hands, as if their collective focus could somehow reveal the stone's hidden value.

"Ms. Spencer, you…" Kendrick stammered, struggling to find the right words.

Should he scramble to find some local muscle to cancel this bet and settle for a cash payout instead? A young woman like her falling into Freddie's clutches—he shuddered at the thought of the torment she might face.

Or maybe it wasn't too late to hire a professional gem expert, given that it was only the first day!

Helen raised a hand to her lips, letting out a lazy yawn. "What a bother, I'm feeling sleepy again."

"Ms. Spencer, you're not serious, are you? We just finished lunch…" Kendrick said, trying to hide his growing concern.

Helen casually patted his shoulder. "Relax, young man. Let me get some rest, and we'll take this on again later."

"Do you have any confidence in handling this yourself?"

Kendrick's smile faltered as he admitted, "No."