Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1729

The violent crash deployed the car's airbags, momentarily disorienting Adrian with a loud ringing in his ears. Though his vision was hazy at first, it soon began to clear.

He turned to Ursula, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, but your head—" she replied, her eyes widening at the blood trickling down his forehead.

Adrian instinctively touched the wound, his peripheral vision catching sight of several people climbing out of the cars that had blocked the road.

With no time to assess his injury, he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Stay in the car. No matter what happens, don't get out," he instructed firmly before stepping outside to confront the group.

As he emerged, Adrian gathered himself, fastening the last button of his suit while surveying the situation. "Gentlemen, what business are you in? I'm with Destiny Corporation—let's keep this straightforward, shall we?"

Nonetheless, the men had no intention of cooperating. Before he could finish his sentence, several of them charged at him at once.

Adrian deftly dodged their strikes, but he found himself on the defensive, his stamina beginning to drain. If the fight dragged on, he knew he would be overpowered. He needed to end this quickly.

It didn't take long for him to spot the leader—a mustached man standing off to the side, casually smoking a cigarette.

With little time to lose, Adrian steeled himself and delivered a brutal kick that sent one of the henchmen sprawling.

Seizing the opportunity, he lunged forward and overpowered the mustached man.

"Stop!"

His pen, once merely a tool for signing documents, had transformed into a deadly weapon. Adrian thrust it into the man's throat, the sharp point sinking deep into his carotid artery.

For a brief moment, Adrian thought he had gained the upper hand. But then, a chilling realization struck him—one of the henchmen had somehow managed to slip around to the other side of the car.

Before Adrian could react, a cold blade pressed against Ursula's throat, drawing a thin trail of blood as the knife grazed her delicate skin.

Time seemed to stretch on forever. Adrian could barely move, his body betraying him, unresponsive to his will. At last, the leader called for the beating to stop. "Enough. Bring her here."

Ursula was roughly forced to her knees before Adrian, her face shoved down by the man, compelling her to lean in close to him.

In that agonizing moment, Ursula saw the full extent of Adrian's battered, helpless condition.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Adrian, who was barely clinging to consciousness. Every part of her felt as though it was being torn apart by the pain of seeing him like this.

Why? Why was he showing her such kindness? She owed him more than she could ever repay.

Suddenly, the leader yanked Adrian by the hair, violently pulling his head up to force him to look at Ursula.

"Well, Mr. Newton," he mocked, "how much longer can you hang on?"