Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1842

As Hugo took a good look at the motorcycle, his excitement grew. Without a second thought, he jumped out of the wheelchair, dragging his cast behind him.

He rushed over to the bike, his hands eagerly tracing its sleek design as if it were a priceless treasure.

"These lines, this material—it's flawless! Wait a minute… this has to be the latest Megalon Heavy Bike! There are only three in the world, and I've been waiting forever to get my hands on one. How on earth did you manage to get it?" Hugo marveled, clearly in awe of Abigail.

"Can't you just assemble one yourself?" Abigail replied casually.

"Assemble it myself?" Hugo's eyes widened in disbelief as he gave her a thumbs-up. "You're truly something else."

Abigail didn't say much else. She donned her helmet and climbed onto the bike. "If you're worried about not getting a ride, I can take you with me."

"How could I?" Hugo said, pretending to hesitate.

But before he could finish the sentence, he was already climbing onto the bike.

"Come on, let me feel the rush of the Megalon!"

Without another word, Abigail revved the engine. In just 0.9 seconds, the bike shot forward with a roar, speeding away at a breakneck pace.

15 minutes later, they pulled up in front of an upscale esports gaming center.

Glancing at the gaming center's name, Abigail raised her transparent visor with a smirk. "So, this is your idea of street racing, huh?"

"I've crashed once, so I figured I should take it easy for now," Hugo replied with a cheeky grin. "I'll get my fix in the game for now, and once I'm healed, I'll go for the real thrill."

Abigail couldn't help but shake her head at his response. She lowered her visor and sped off without another word.

"Hey! You forgot your helmet!" Hugo shouted.

"Consider it a gift!" Abigail called back.

Having been cooped up for days, she couldn't resist the urge to let loose. She was too impatient to go back for the helmet.

"Is this place still open?" he asked.

Taylor had done his research—this was the top esports gaming center in the area, equipped with cutting-edge technology, making it the perfect venue for an epic showdown.

Accustomed to taking charge, he spoke with a commanding presence, exuding an air of superiority.

Most of the gaming center's customers were Miravell locals, and when they saw a man who appeared to be Cholonese, their faces quickly turned hostile.

"Hey, get out of here! No one wants to serve you, you filthy Cholonese!" one of them taunted, causing the others to laugh cruelly.

As a fellow Cholonese, Hugo's anger flared immediately. He tossed the mouse aside, his expression hardening as he shouted, "What's wrong with his nationality? This entire place is funded by me, a Cholonese national!

"He's playing here today, and I'm putting him on the best machine—charge it to my tab! If anyone has an issue with that, they can leave right now!"

Hugo found it laughable that a group of ignorant fools dared to spew racist remarks.