Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1829

Lincoln flashed a mischievous smile as he walked over. He pulled out his phone and proudly showed Taylor a video he'd recorded the night before.

A moment later, Taylor's voice erupted from the screen, wailing like a banshee.

"Abigail, where are you? I miss you so much—"

"Holy crap!" Taylor jumped up, snatching the phone from Lincoln's hands. He quickly turned off the screen, clutching it to his chest as if he could suffocate the sound. "When did you even record this?"

"That's not important," Lincoln said, flashing a playful grin. "I've made a dozen backups. This video is pure gold—don't you think Aunt Abigail deserves a copy?"

"You wouldn't dare!" Taylor yelled. He quickly bit his tongue, terrified that Abigail might hear. "Alright, you sneaky fox. What do you want?"

From the moment he'd found out that Lincoln was Chandler's biological son, Taylor knew the kid would have him wrapped around his finger eventually.

Still, he hadn't expected it to happen today.

At just seven years old, Lincoln was already this crafty. Taylor couldn't help but wonder how he would survive dealing with him in the future.

He sighed inwardly, frustration and helplessness washing over him.

Lincoln's grin only grew wider. "I've been working on some new research, but my budget's a little tight."

"How much do you want?"

"One hundred million."

"Talking about money always kills the mood. How about we settle for a discount?"

"Two hundred million."

"You little—" Taylor nearly choked on his frustration, thumping his chest in an attempt to calm himself.

Lincoln barely spared him a glance before heading for the door.

Taylor quickly grabbed the doorknob. "What are you doing? The money's been transferred. Are you seriously backing out now?"

Lincoln swatted his hand away. "I'm a man of my word. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

With that, he opened the door and stepped out.

A moment later, he poked his head back through the gap, his expression turning serious. "Just a friendly reminder to wash your face. You don't want to scare Nana. If Aunt Abigail comes upstairs, all that hush money will be wasted."

Taylor pouted, visibly annoyed. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, you little troublemaker!"