Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 8

"I—"

Helen felt anxious. She had imagined that someone would discover her true appearance eventually. But Helen did not expect it to happen so soon. What should she do?

Zac stared at her face thoughtfully, thinking about several possibilities.

Was she Helen? Could it be that she had disguised herself? Or was this what she looked like after she changed her disguise?

She was a little uneasy by his gaze but still tried to remain calm. "Mr. Zac, I would like to talk to you."

"Sure."

"Then come in first," Helen opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

"But, can I ask you a question first?" Zac put down the clothes and asked.

It was good to get straight to the point. It was easier to talk to intelligent people.

"Are you asking me why I disguise myself?"

Seeing him nod, she smiled slightly. "Because I hate arranged marriages." ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Your purpose is the same as mine."

"Oh?" Helen expressed confusion. An arranged marriage would bring many benefits for the Newtons. She wondered why Zac refused it.

She couldn't understand his thoughts. But it had nothing to do with her.

So, she took advantage of the situation and said, "Can you help me hide my secret? Don't worry. I'll repay you. I'll help you once."

"How can you help me? No one can help me."

He smiled sarcastically, but he still accepted the favor. "Okay, I promise to hide your secret."

"Thanks."

Zac suddenly remembered that he was here to bring clothes to her. Pointing to the clothes on the table, he said, "Be careful next time. It'll be irreversible if others find out. You should change your clothes first. I'll wait for you. Let's go down together."

Helen thanked him again and took the clothes into the room.

Looking at the clothes, she felt disgusted as it was a gentle dress that didn't fit her character. But she didn't care about it.

She put on the dress and looked in the mirror proudly. Sure enough, she looked good in whatever she wore.

Opening the door gently, she felt relieved to see Zac alone outside.

"I have to go to the dressing room. Please wait a moment."

He watched Helen casually tie her hair, and her fair skin glowed a faint blush. Inexplicably, he felt his heart beat faster. "Okay."

She quickly put on tanned makeup, carefully added a few moles, and went downstairs with him contentedly.

...

As soon as they came downstairs, there was a burst of laughter.

"Hey, what does she mean? Wouldn't she feel embarrassed to imitate Margaret?"

"She looks uglier than before!"

Helen looked at Margaret's clothes and instantly understood the situation.

Margaret said hypocritically, "That's not the case. It's Helen's first time attending a big banquet. I picked the clothes for her. She didn't imitate me."

After saying that, she continued to worsen the situation, "Helen, this is the best dress I've picked. It's a pity that it doesn't seem to suit you. I'll tailor one for you next time."

What a hypocritical woman! Helen felt so disgusted to see her acting. She wouldn't want these tattered clothes!

Seeing that Helen was silent, Janet continued to humiliate her.

"Helen Spencer, you have to remember well. Stupid imitation will only have the opposite effect!"

Zac frowned, saying, "Ms. Lindsey, please watch your mouth."

Upon hearing that, she felt jealous of Helen, and her tone became more arrogant.

"Hmph, the country bumpkin is indeed different from us! Helen Spencer, did you drug Mr. Zac? You're not a perfect match to the scions of the Newtons!

"Mr. Zac is always nice to everyone! Don't be naive to think that you're special to him! Also, you shouldn't covet what you shouldn't! Stop daydreaming! Pay more attention to your identity!"

Helen sneered. "I always pay great attention to my identity. But Ms. Lindsey, what right do you have to say that to me?"