Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1412

At the starting line on Coastal Road, a sleek supercar revved beside an ordinary cab, their engines creating an exhilarating duet of power.

Taylor shot a final glance at Abigail before locking his gaze on the road. As the hands of his watch hit 12, he pressed the accelerator, launching the car forward like a bullet.

Every component of his vehicle was cutting-edge, effortlessly leaving Abigail far behind.

The race covered two kilometers, with the winner circling the lighthouse and returning to the starting line.

As Taylor rounded the turn, he sped past Abigail, who had just reached the lighthouse.

"You're keeping up pretty well, huh?" he muttered, confidence gleaming in his focused eyes. He pressed down on the accelerator again, quickly increasing the distance between them.

Approaching the finish line, he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Abigail gaining ground, the gap between them narrowing.

However, with the finish line just ahead, she had little chance of catching him.

Taylor floored the accelerator, speeding past the starting point. A sly grin appeared on his face as he geared up for a stylish drift. But when he slammed the brakes, nothing happened.

"What's going on?" he shouted, taken aback as he struggled to steady the steering wheel.

The car refused to decelerate, hurtling forward at full speed. To make matters worse, it began shaking violently; if he didn't slow down soon, it might fall apart on the road.

The only relief was that Coastal Road was mostly empty and straight, reducing the risk of veering off into the ocean.

Taylor quickly activated the car's onboard computer, scanning for emergency escape routes. Unfortunately, the closest option was 15 kilometers away and required navigating through the city, making it nearly impossible.

Taylor took a moment to collect himself, but seeing the damage to his car reignited his frustration. "My car's ruined—how am I supposed to beat him now?"

"You've got three days, right? Just modify another one," Abigail replied, completely unfazed.

"It's easy for you to say," Taylor muttered, his frustration clear. "This race has been in the works for six months, and both our cars have been fine-tuned for peak performance. Even if we had three days to make changes, it wouldn't come close to what he's got."

"If you ask me nicely, I might be able to help," Abigail replied, crossing her arms with a playful grin.

Taylor looked at her, clearly skeptical. "Do you really think you can build another car like this in just three days?"

It wasn't that he underestimated Abigail; the expert who had worked on his race car was well-known at Grand Cathay, and even he wouldn't claim he could pull it off in that timeframe. It seemed like an unrealistic expectation for someone like her.