Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 977

The Muskham Family's flagship jewelry store was the largest and most opulent of their establishments.

It featured lavish decor and a team of highly-trained sales associates. They had a keen ability to identify customers likely to make substantial purchases.

Upon Helen's arrival, she was quickly surrounded by several attentive sales associates.

"Miss, how may we assist you today?"

Helen's distinguished and graceful presence immediately marked her as someone from a wealthy background. The sales associates were eager to impress, hoping to secure a lucrative sale from her.

However, her purpose there was to locate someone.

After searching the store in vain, she decided to get straight to the point. "Where is Ms. Snow Tisburt? As the designer, isn't she supposed to be here presenting her work? I haven't seen her at all."

The sales associates exchanged puzzled looks. "A designer named Snow Tisburt? We don't have anyone by that name working here."

Despite this, Helen was certain she hadn't come to the wrong place.

"Are there any other staff members here?" she asked again.

"The only ones not on the floor are the support staff," the senior sales associate replied.

"What kind of support staff does a jewelry store need?" Helen asked, still perplexed.

"They handle tasks like changing the water, sweeping the floors, taking out the trash, and moving things around. There are only two or three of them."

They essentially functioned like janitors, though the term "support staff" lent a more refined air to their role.

"Miss, with all due respect, this is a jewelry store, not a detective agency. We don't have time for this," the youngest sales associate said dismissively, confident in her authority.

The senior associate's face lit up with joy. Before she could express her gratitude, the young associate hurried over and eagerly snatched the card.

"Miss, allow me to assist you. I'm the top-performing and most experienced employee here. I'll ensure you receive excellent service."

Helen folded her arms across her chest and remarked, "Is this what it's come to? Are you seriously trying to snatch your colleague's money?"

The young associate's smile froze as she heard Helen's words. She awkwardly fumbled with the card, unsure of how to respond.

"I specifically want this lady to assist me. Can't you follow basic instructions?" Helen said with a cold smile, her gaze fixed on the young associate.

Feeling embarrassed, the young associate quietly returned the card to the senior associate.

Visibly delighted, the senior associate tightly clutched the card and gestured warmly, saying, "Please, follow me, Miss."