Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1841

"Sir, what's going on here?" the bodyguard asked, completely puzzled.

"I'm stuck here and bored out of my mind! I need something to entertain me!" Hugo snapped, his frustration apparent.

When the bodyguard hesitated, Hugo picked up a cup of water from the table and threw it at his feet. "Just do as I say! Stop asking so many questions. If you don't, I'll jump off the building while you're asleep. Let's see how you explain that to my father!"

"No, no, no, sir, please calm down! I'll do it, I will!"

At 9:00 pm, the Fitzgerald family's bodyguard knocked on the door of room 401. "Ms. Fitzgerald, may I come in to check on your safety?"

To avoid invading her privacy, he waited two minutes before trying the doorknob.

When the door opened, the room was empty. The bed where Abigail should have been was unmade, and she was nowhere to be found.

Just then, another bodyguard outside yelled, "Who's there? Stop! Don't run!" Without hesitation, the entire group ran in pursuit.

The bodyguard inside quickly followed.

Concealed under the bed, Abigail crawled out swiftly. Noticing their distraction, she took her chance and quietly slipped away in the opposite direction.

Soon after, a man wearing a wig was captured.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" one of the bodyguards demanded.

"What's it to you? Is wearing a wig a crime now? I'm from the Hunt family—try touching me and see what happens!"

Just then, the bodyguard who had been on patrol earlier pushed his way through the crowd. Seeing that the person they had captured wasn't Abigail, his face turned pale.

"It's a trap! Take him back!" he ordered urgently.

"Ms. Fitzgerald is missing! Everyone, go out and search for her now!"

Just five minutes after things had quieted on the fourth floor, the guards on the sixth floor were startled by an unusual sight—a remote-controlled toy car with balloons attached slowly rolling toward them from the far end of the corridor.

Halfway down, the car suddenly stopped, standing motionless in the eerie silence. Its strange presence immediately caught the attention of the guards.

Abigail shot him a glance, then looked around the room before heading toward a corner.

A moment later, Hugo was yanked to his feet and roughly shoved into the wheelchair, the impact jolting through his body.

"Ouch! Take it easy!" he winced.

Abigail, however, paid no attention to his words. She positioned herself behind the wheelchair and quickly sped it forward.

In just two minutes, they reached the hospital's back entrance.

"Hold on, let me call a cab!" Hugo said, pulling out his phone to book a ride.

Abigail calmly raised her left hand, revealing a sleek, multifunctional smartwatch on her wrist. Without a second's pause, she deftly began operating it.

In under a minute, an autonomous heavy motorcycle with flashing lights zoomed around the corner from a nearby intersection. It accelerated effortlessly, coming to a stop right in front of them.