Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1413

"Don't believe me? Fine," Abigail said, turning away with a huff.

"Hey, wait!" Taylor hurried to catch up, draping an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, we're brothers now! If I'd known you had this talent, I would've rolled out the red carpet for you!"

Abigail paused, tilting her head with a scornful look. "What are you getting at?"

"And by the way," she continued, shrugging off his arm, "who's your 'brother'? Even real siblings settle their scores!"

"Well, sisters work too," Taylor shot back, pulling her closer again. Softening his voice, he pleaded, "Come on, dude, help me out! That guy is really shady, and if I lose to him, Helly will be humiliated!"

Their faces were inches apart, and as Taylor spoke, his warm breath grazed Abigail's cheek. Her cheeks flushed, and she squirmed away, quickly stepping aside.

"I'll help you," Abigail said, turning away. Her heart raced, but she kept her tough facade. "Just to be clear, it's not for you—I'm doing this for Helly!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm just a nobody; only Helly has enough clout to get your help," Taylor replied, effortlessly playing his role.

With a cheeky grin, he leaned in closer. "There's a trendy restaurant that's been all the rage lately. I was planning to celebrate my win there today. May I invite you to join me?"

He extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture.

Abigail flashed a quick smile before retreating into her aloof persona. Clearing her throat, she pretended to be indifferent and said, "Fine, I suppose I'll reluctantly join you this time."

With that, she gently placed her hand in his. "Dear Taylor, aren't you going to show me the way?"

"Absolutely!" he replied, eagerly leading her forward. But after a few steps, he suddenly halted, his expression shifting to one of dismay.

Wait a minute—how did he end up as Abigail's sidekick again?

Taylor's expression darkened, shifting from anger to frustration.

Soon, Miguel noticed Taylor and Abigail. He kicked his chair aside and swaggered over.

"Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Taylor Xander himself," Miguel sneered, raising a hand to his nose. "Is that a whiff of piss I smell? Could it be that someone got so scared they couldn't hold it in?"

Miguel's gang burst into laughter.

Taylor clenched his fists inside his pockets, a cold glint flickering in his eyes.

Before he could respond, Miguel shifted his gaze to Abigail. "Your driving might not be much to brag about, but the lady beside you is definitely something special. How about lending her to me for a couple of days?"