Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1774

"I don't know!" the man stubbornly refused to confess, just as Jenson had expected.

Not bothering to argue, Jenson reached into the man's jacket pocket and pulled out a small notebook.

Flipping it open, he was surprised to find it filled with personal details: Name: Jenson, Height: Excellent, Weight: Excellent, Looks: Passable, Wiener: Excellent…

"Wiener? What's that supposed to mean?" Jenson demanded, shoving the notebook in front of him.

The man defiantly lifted his chin, refusing to respond.

Jenson didn't hesitate, landing a heavy punch square on his chest, leaving him coughing uncontrollably.

"Are you going to talk or not?"

"Okay, okay! I'll talk!" The man immediately raised his hands in surrender, his gaze slowly drifting downward until it locked onto the space between Jenson's legs. "Your… wiener… the one… for making babies..."

"Huh?" Jenson blinked in confusion, then looked down, following the man's gaze. Realizing what he was suggesting, his face flushed with a blend of embarrassment and anger.

Snatching the notebook, he smacked the man hard on the head. "I had you pegged as some deranged killer, but nope—you're just a run-of-the-mill creep!"

Germaine stifled a laugh behind her hand, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Well, well, looks like you're quite popular in the same-sex department."

Jenson's rage boiled over, and he doubled down, swinging harder. "You sick freak! I'll teach you to regret your twisted behavior!"

"Ah!" After taking more than a dozen slaps, the man finally stood up to fight back. "Enough! I'm warning you. Lay another finger on me, and you'll regret it! You don't want to see me lose my temper!"

Even at his full height, he remained half a head shorter than Jenson. Though his eyes blazed with anger, there wasn't a shred of menace in his demeanor.

Jenson was momentarily surprised by the man's outburst but quickly realized he was all talk and no action.

He sobbed pitifully, pausing mid-cry to wipe his tears with his sleeve.

Germaine and Jenson exchanged incredulous glances. As much as they didn't want to believe it, the man genuinely seemed distressed.

"You've got to be kidding me. I barely even touched him!" Jenson exclaimed, spreading his hands innocently. "Is this guy really that clueless?"

Germaine shrugged, equally uncertain.

Jenson's curiosity got the better of him. Crouching down, he adopted a softer tone, as if speaking to a child. "Hey, what's your name?"

Despite this, the man refused to engage, turning his head away with an indignant scoff.

"Hey, what's with the attitude?" Jenson growled, giving him a firm shove. "Be a man and look me in the eye!"