Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 7

In fact, Margaret hadn't graduated yet. But the Leonards spent a lot of money to withdraw her from university.

The Leonards and the Newtons had a decades-long friendship. Margaret had liked Chandler since she was a child, and the Leonards had also trained her as the future Mrs. Newton.

However, she didn't expect Helen to appear.

Margaret wondered why this ugly girl from the countryside was qualified to choose one of the scions from the Newtons as her fiancé.

But it didn't matter as long as Helen didn't choose Chandler.

...

The car drove slowly to the Newtons' villa. The other scions were all at home.

Everyone warmly greeted Margaret, whom they hadn't seen for a long time. She gave them the gifts she had bought from overseas.

Looking at Helen, she paused and said apologetically, "Sorry, Helen. I had no idea that you live with the Newtons, so I didn't prepare a gift for you."

Helen only thought that this woman was hypocritical. Before she could speak, the talkative Jenson interrupted, "Margaret, you're not familiar with her anyway. Why are you embarrassed?"

While opening the gift, he exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, a new game console! It's a limited edition! Margaret, you're so good to me!"

Helen was out of tune with everyone. She didn't want to join them, so she went upstairs alone.

But after a while, someone knocked on the door. Opening the door, she looked at Chandler in confusion.

"The Leonards held a banquet tonight to welcome Margaret back to Choloot. Grandpa has requested me to take you along."

It was his turn to pick up Helen today, so he was also in charge of her affairs.

She originally didn't want to go, but Esmond had already asked Chandler to bring her along. It seemed impossible to refuse it.

Sighing helplessly, she followed him, heading to the fashion boutique with Margaret.

Arriving there, he sat on the sofa and waited for them.

Margaret took Helen's hand warmly. "Helen, don't be nervous when you attend the banquet later. If you need anything, just come to me. You can rest assured."

Helen couldn't stand her hypocrisy, smiling lightly. "It's okay. Mr. Newton Senior has asked Chandler to bring me along. I feel at ease with him."

Margaret's face visibly stiffened, and she unconsciously tightened her hand while holding Helen's. But she soon regained her amiable demeanor.

"I see. Well, let's choose a dress. We don't want to keep Chandler waiting."

She smiled and added, "I buy dresses often. How about I choose one for you?"

"Okay."

"How about this one?"

Helen glanced at the clothes in Margaret's hand. It was a dark green tube top dress. This kind of dress was usually worn by those in their 30s or 40s, which didn't match her.

As she thought, this woman was indeed hypocritical.

"How about it? Do you like it?" Margaret expected that Helen was from the countryside and wouldn't know fashion.

Sure enough, Helen nodded. "Okay, I'll wear this one."

She did not care about her clothes since she already made herself ugly.