Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1769

Chandler and Helen exchanged a brief, knowing glance, but neither called out Isabelle and Orson's theatrics. Instead, they settled into their seats, seemingly content to watch the spectacle unfold.

"Your Highness, I have a formal complaint!" Isabelle announced, dropping to her knees. She pointed a finger at Kaylee, exclaiming, "I accuse Kaylee and Chandler of colluding to undermine the designer selection process.

"They've blatantly ignored the rules by secretly adding Kaylee—someone with no design experience—to the list, all to manipulate the outcome for their own gain!"

"That's preposterous," Anna scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Fashion design has always been about talent, not just experience. We've seen Ms. Kaylee's work, and while it may not be groundbreaking, granting her an exception to participate in the selection is hardly unreasonable."

Anna subtly made eye contact with Helen, silently urging her to remain calm.

Helen nodded in acknowledgment, grateful for the silent support.

"So, Your Highness," Isabelle countered, her tone dripping with feigned sorrow, "are you saying that as long as someone is talented, their character doesn't matter? Can someone with a compromised moral compass genuinely represent Yorga and Grand Cathay as the head of a national brand?"

"What exactly are you insinuating?" Carl asked sharply.

"Kaylee," Isabelle said, pointing accusingly at Helen. "The woman sitting beside Chandler is nothing more than a shameless, morally bankrupt disgrace!

"A few years ago, she stole her sister's boyfriend for her own selfish desires. She became pregnant out of wedlock and still doesn't know who the father is.

"Now, she lives a life of luxury while her parents are out on the streets, begging for scraps. They sleep on the ground, with nothing but the sky above them.

"Is that so? Then perhaps I should thank you," Chandler said, raising an eyebrow, his dark eyes narrowing with a cold, calculating gleam.

Without missing a beat, Orson turned his head slightly, deftly avoiding Chandler's intense gaze.

After reviewing the videos on the tablet, Carl let out a long sigh. "Ms. Terzian, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Anna frantically signaled to Helen with her eyes. "Kaylee, stand up for yourself!"

Helen surveyed the room with a steady, composed expression before responding, "I choose to withdraw and forfeit my place in the designer selection process."