Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1437

Gloria's eyes widened in terror as she instinctively reached for her backpack.

She remembered that the book Arabella had just given her prominently featured the words "Grand Cathay's Embroidery" on the cover.

These people were after that secret technique.

"Who are you?" Arabella asked, her voice steady as she stood her ground.

"People who want your life," the leader replied, a menacing glint in his eyes. "Where's the book?"

"I don't know," Arabella shot back defiantly, maintaining her composure.

"Very well, you've got some spirit. I'll make your wish to disappear from this world come true. Even with you gone and the book still around, no one from Grand Cathay will ever eclipse Sapan in embroidery.

"Get them!"

At the leader's command, several of his accomplices surged forward, grabbing Arabella and dragging her toward the car.

"Ms. Beaumont! Let her go! Let my mentor go!" Gloria cried out. She tried to intervene, but her strength was no match for these men.

All she could do was watch helplessly as Arabella was forced into the car. When Gloria attempted to follow, she was roughly shoved back down.

"Gloria, don't come any closer! Take care of yourself and stay safe!" Arabella shouted. "Remember, your talent goes far beyond this. You can't let the competition slip away—don't let that happen!"

With that, the car door slammed shut.

Arabella's determined expression was etched into Gloria's memory. Gathering herself, Gloria sprinted after the car for a moment, panic surging through her.

It was only then that she remembered to call for help.

"Ms. Spencer, M-Ms. Beaumont has been kidnapped..."

"What? How could this happen? Are you alright?"

As Arabella stepped out, Helen approached, extending her hand for a shake.

"No wonder you're an acclaimed actress; your acting skills are truly remarkable," she complimented.

"That's just how it is in my line of work—if I don't deliver, how can I succeed?" Arabella replied with a wry smile. With a light-hearted tone, she added, "But to be honest, your driver could use some practice; he nearly collided with your star student!"

"Sometimes, you have to push your students to help them grow," Chandler remarked.

Arabella nodded, acknowledging his perspective.

"So, shall we sign the contract now?" Helen asked.

"You're the boss; you make the decisions," Arabella replied with a faint smile.

Having committed to this collaboration, she was fully prepared for her comeback; signing the contract was just a formality.