Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 964

"Forget it. She probably knows she's going to lose and is just putting on a show. I wouldn't be surprised if the organizers staged this just to attract attention," someone remarked.

"Stones from the outer area? Ha! Isn't that basically conceding defeat?" another scoffed.

No one in the crowd seemed to have faith in Helen's chances.

Once the registration was complete, Helen turned to Kendrick and asked, "Which stone are you interested in? Write down the number so we can register it."

"I found one I like, but I'm still unsure about it," Kendrick admitted hesitantly.

"If you think it's a good choice, just go ahead and pick it up," Helen said reassuringly. "I'll cover the cost—don't worry." She had always been generous with her friends.

Meanwhile, Kendrick was momentarily at a loss for words. He let out a quiet sigh, trying to clear his thoughts.

Initially, he had planned to wait for Helen to evaluate the stone for him. However, given the current circumstances, her choices seemed inconsistent and unreliable. It was clear he could no longer rely on her judgment.

"I understand," Kendrick said earnestly. "But there's still time. I'd like to take one more shot at it."

Helen gave him a nod of approval. With renewed resolve, Kendrick stepped back into the inner room.

Left alone, she felt a twinge of restlessness. With just a short time remaining before the venue closed for the morning, she decided to grab a drink in the lounge and wait for Kendrick.

Within minutes, Freddie arrived with Sabrina by his side. He casually signaled a passing waiter and accepted a flute of champagne. With a self-assured grin, he held the glass gracefully in one hand.

Helen decided not to engage with him. Some people only learn their lessons the hard way, so arguing with him felt pointless.

Noticing her silence, Sabrina, who had been holding back, finally spoke up.

"Mr. Muskham, a true gentleman respects women. It reflects poorly on the Muskham family for you to harass her. Besides, this bet is meaningless. Perhaps you should—"

"Perhaps you should shut that filthy mouth of yours!" Freddie cut her off sharply, his eyes filled with disdain. "Your role here is to sort the emeralds. Anything beyond that is none of your concern. Know your place!"

Sabrina felt utterly humiliated, her face turning bright red.