Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1471

In the banquet hall, Taylor approached Chandler. "Mr. Newton, you're here for Helly too, right?"

Chandler nodded slightly, his expression neutral as his gaze roamed the room. Suddenly, he caught sight of a familiar figure—the woman in the puppy mask looked remarkably like someone he knew.

"Who is she?" Chandler asked, his curiosity piqued as he focused on her.

As Taylor followed his gaze, he was momentarily taken aback by the resemblance. From his angle, her silhouette looked strikingly like Helen's.

However, he quickly shook off the thought, recalling that Caroline had just removed her mask right in front of him moments earlier.

"That's Miguel's date, Caroline," Taylor replied absently.

He took a sip of champagne, trying to push aside the doubts racing through his mind. He couldn't afford to lose focus now; if Helen showed up, it would be a disaster if he didn't recognize her.

It had been three months since Helen had reached out to any of them, and he was genuinely concerned for her safety.

The flicker of hope in Chandler's eyes faded slightly. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist following the woman's silhouette until she reached Miguel's side, at which point he discreetly shifted his gaze.

When Miguel spotted her, he tilted his head in confusion. "Why did you change your outfit?"

Before she could respond, the music started playing. Taylor took the lead, guiding Abigail onto the dance floor.

One was slender and graceful, the other youthful and dashing. Together, they moved in perfect harmony, instantly drawing the attention of the guests, who erupted into applause.

Miguel clenched his jaw in frustration, momentarily forgetting the woman's outfit change. He seized her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.

The audience was keenly observant; attempting to outmaneuver Miguel was a guaranteed path to failure for Taylor. It seemed Miguel was ready to reclaim all the dignity he had lost.

While Taylor remained composed, Abigail's anxiety mounted. She frowned in frustration, growing increasingly restless.

Seeing Miguel's smug grin only fueled her irritation. As the heiress of the Fitzgerald family, losing to that rogue would be utterly humiliating.

She had made the mistake of underestimating her opponent; she never expected Caroline to be such a skilled ballroom dancer. In that sense, she truly admired her.

There was no shame in being outmatched, but the thought of losing and facing Miguel's self-satisfied expression afterward left her feeling uneasy.

Lost in her thoughts, Abigail nearly stumbled. Just then, a strong pair of hands caught her around the waist, pulling her back with a steady grip.