Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1760

After a brief pause, Taylor couldn't resist the urge to gossip. "We're talking about Princess Anna Yarrow here. Her entire family history is online. Boss, are you sure you want me to take on something this simple?"

"Whether it's simple or not depends on your perspective. Personally, I don't believe in coincidences. The task is what it is—are you in or not?" Helen replied, deliberately pushing his buttons.

"I'm in, of course! Don't worry, boss, I'll even find out what kind of underwear this guy wears!" Taylor vowed enthusiastically, flashing a mischievous grin. "By the way, can you send me Abigail's new contact info once I finish the job?"

Helen's lips curled into a knowing smile. She had guessed correctly—Taylor was more interested in Abigail than the task itself. After such a long silence from her, it was no wonder he was eager to reconnect.

"We'll see how well you do," she replied, clearly enjoying the moment.

"No problem!" Taylor responded confidently, thumping his chest. "Just wait for my good news!"

With that, he hobbled off, leaning heavily on his crutch.

Helen watched him disappear, a mix of amusement and helplessness on her face. With a resigned smile, she picked up her phone and sent Abigail's contact details his way.

Just as she set her phone down and turned around, she found Lincoln standing there. He held a cup of milk in his hands, his gaze fixed intently on her.

Feeling an unexpected wave of guilt, Helen asked, "Linc, is there something you need?"

"Yeah," Lincoln replied, his expression serious. "Mom, do you think I should take the college entrance exam directly?"

"What?" Helen was momentarily caught off guard.

After a brief pause, she regained her composure. "Well, Linc, maybe we should keep a low profile for now. A degree isn't crucial for you at this point. If you postpone the entrance exams, you can focus on your studies instead.

"Going ahead could attract a lot of attention, and I'm sure you don't want to be hounded by reporters every other day, right?"

Jason was already simmering with anger, and the foul stench from the beggar pushed him over the edge. Without a second thought, he kicked her, his patience worn thin. "Damn it! What a revolting way to start the morning—get out of here!"

With that, the beggar collapsed to the ground. Her hair was a tangled mess, and half her face was caked with dirt, making her look utterly filthy.

Isabelle absentmindedly tossed the tissue she had used to wipe her bag onto the woman's lap. As she glanced at the beggar, she did a double-take and stepped closer for a better look.

"Mrs. Terzian?" Isabelle gasped in shock as she recognized Diana. "What happened to you? Where are Mr. Terzian and Katie?"

Dizzy with hunger, Diana squinted for a long moment, struggling to focus. When she finally recognized Isabelle, she burst into tears.

"It's all because of Kaylee, that damned woman. She ran up a huge debt she couldn't pay, and now all of my family's assets have been seized. The debt collectors are constantly at our door, and no one will hire us. We can't even afford food… so I had no choice but to beg."

Wiping away her tears, Diana seemed to snap out of her daze. She clutched Isabelle desperately, as if she were her last hope. "Isabelle, you were such a good friend to Katie. Please, help me! Take me somewhere to get a proper meal. I'm starving—please, I'm begging you!"