Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1368

The film crew, initially focused on capturing an action scene, quickly adjusted their cameras for a close-up of Helen's work.

As her mesmerizing, powerful strokes filled the big screen, the audience understood why the announcer had been left speechless.

Helen's calligraphy was nothing short of mesmerizing. Every adjective they could come up with felt inadequate to express its brilliance.

"Bold and unrestrained?" Too simplistic.

"Every stroke was a gem?" Too exaggerated.

"Grand and imposing?" Lacked nuance.

What appeared to be a simple piece of classical prose transformed into something extraordinary. It felt as if the wheels of history had rolled back, vividly bringing ancient scholars to life right before their eyes.

The audience was spellbound by the exquisite calligraphy. Once they regained their composure, whispers of admiration spread throughout the room.

As the camera zoomed in, they saw that Helen had boldly inscribed the initials "IV" at the bottom of her piece.

Dylan, initially surprised by her talent, felt a surge of triumph at this revelation. While Helen's calligraphy was undeniably superior to Sadie's, using Iris' signature was completely unacceptable.

"Helen!" Dylan became a self-appointed defender of justice, his voice slicing through the murmurs. "How can you be so audacious as to use Ms. Void's signature like that?"

"Who says she's being audacious?" Adam's deep, magnetic voice cut through the tension, resonating with authority.

Dylan turned in shock to find Adam standing nearby, microphone in hand.

As their eyes locked, Dylan felt the weight of Adam's presence pressing down on him, stirring an inexplicable sense of panic.

Adam shot him a disappointed glance before shifting his focus to Helen. His expression softened, and his voice turned gentle. "How many times have I reminded you? You need to use a seal for your signature."

Helen playfully stuck out her tongue. "Sorry, I forgot again!"

"Where's the custom seal I had made for you?"

"Keep it," Adam insisted. "It's a custom seal made just for you. The last one was gold and didn't hold much value, but this one cost me a significant portion of my retirement savings. You'd better carry it with you from now on."

While he didn't hold out much hope, he still wanted her to find it useful.

"In that case, I'll gladly accept it." Without hesitation, Helen took the seal and pressed it firmly onto the spot where she had just signed her name, leaving a flawless imprint.

The red cinnabar seal stood out strikingly on the paper, featuring the name "Helen" in bold characters. In the corner, the initials "IV" were elegantly inscribed in a smaller size.

Adam nodded in satisfaction and took the microphone from the host.

Turning to the audience, he began earnestly, "Ladies and gentlemen, there has been much speculation surrounding the identity of Ms. Iris Void. Due to her age, I was forced to keep it a secret.

"Now that she has made a name for herself, I am thrilled to officially announce that Iris Void's true identity is Helen Spencer!"

The audience erupted in gasps of astonishment.