Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 972

The crowd stared at the gemstone in disbelief, their mouths open in astonishment.

The mention of "the Rockefeller emerald" acted like a catalyst, causing a rush of people to flock to Helen's stone-cutting station.

They were eager to see in person the rare gem they had missed at the previous auction.

Under the soft glow of an incandescent bulb, the exposed corner of the emerald shimmered like a beating heart.

Despite being an inanimate object, it seemed to pulsate with a vitality of its own, exuding an extraordinary radiance.

The crimson hue was both captivating and unsettling, evoking the sensation of standing by a blood-red sunset on the shore, immersed in the sky's ecstatic dance.

The crowd buzzed with anticipation, wondering which gemstone would claim the top spot—the imperial green emerald or the Rockefeller emerald.

The room soon fell into an eerie silence, with pairs of eager eyes focused intently on the stone at the cutting station.

It seemed as if numerous invisible hands were delicately lifting the precious gem, admiring it with reverence in this hushed, almost sacred moment.

As the crowd gathered their thoughts, they realized they were witnessing something truly exceptional. It was as though the Rockefeller emerald had sprung to life, manifesting from their deepest dreams.

Their fascination with the emerald only deepened, and their gazes grew even more captivated.

Historically, emeralds were known for their green hue, with other colors often hinting at rare and captivating tales.

Helen's piece, a top-tier example of the Rockefeller emerald, stood as an extraordinary discovery—a truly unparalleled gem.

The audience's attitude shifted to one of reverent awe. Many were so captivated by the sight that they dared not make a sound, as if fearing they might disrupt the emerald's apparent vitality.

As a result, a profound silence fell over the room.

Meanwhile, Freddie and his spectators remained oblivious to the marvel unfolding beside them.

After finishing the cut, he assessed his two emerald pieces, each approximately the size of a palm. A smug smile appeared on his lips, pleased with the results.

Helen's final revelation ignited a frenzy among the crowd.

"It's all emerald! I can't believe the Chosen One has arrived! Amazing!"

"Holy cow, it turns out she was the Chosen One from the last auction! We were completely fooled; she's been laying low on purpose!"

"It's absurd that the Muskham family has lost to the Chosen One two years in a row! Looks like they're always ending up in second place, haha!"

"Who cares? The Chosen One is here! Our idol, our goddess! We love you!"

Upon seeing this scene, Freddie's face grew uneasy. He was choked with frustration, struggling to keep his rage in check. As he glanced at Sabrina, his eyes blazed with animosity.

"You bitch! Did you deliberately let them take the Rockefeller Emerald?" Freddie's voice roared as he pointed a finger at Sabrina.

Sabrina looked at him incredulously. "Are you seriously accusing me? If I were out to sabotage you, you'd be facing much worse than this."