Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1359

"At the very least, I can keep track of my family's assets. One day, I'll reclaim everything that belongs to me," the woman asserted, her delicate appearance belying a remarkable inner strength.

Appreciating her resolve, Helen took the woman's hand and placed her own numbered ball down. "You're now number 12, ahead of Sadie. From here on out, it's all about your skill."

With a casual motion, Helen picked up the woman's lottery ball. "I'll take this one. Good luck!"

Before the woman could react, Helen strode out of the restroom.

After a moment of stunned silence, the woman rushed after her. "Ms. Spencer, I'm Gloria Hathaway. I promise I'll repay your kindness one day."

Helen waved her hand dismissively without turning back, maintaining her leisurely stride.

Holding her lottery ball tightly, Gloria felt a surge of motivation.

Helen and Sadie were the most discussed contestants in the competition, each for different reasons. Sadie was recognized for her skill, while Helen attracted attention for her fame.

Nonetheless, Gloria believed that what truly distinguished Helen went far beyond her striking looks.

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Ten minutes had passed since the scheduled start time, but the organizers still hadn't announced the beginning of the competition.

At the judges' table, a dozen esteemed judges were already seated, with one empty spot next to Augustine marked by a nameplate that read "Adam Lescher".

Though he held the position of president of the Glendale Calligraphy Association, Adam had isolated himself for years and avoided competitions. His presence today suggested that this year's final would be unlike any before.

The string of low scores sent a chill through the remaining contestants, heightening their anxiety.

Soon, the 11th contestant stepped onto the stage. He completed his piece in just five minutes before moving on to the scoring phase.

The other judges continued to deliver low scores with little enthusiasm.

Augustine picked up his pen but set it down again, his sharp gaze fixed on the stage. "Contestant 11, your qualification is revoked. You may leave."

"What? On what grounds?" the contestant protested, refusing to back down. "I deserve to know how my skills measure up."

"Your skills? Don't you mean your ability to imitate others?" Augustine's usual calm vanished, replaced by a commanding authority that sent chills through the room.