Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1844

"What's it got to do with you? Hand it over!" Hugo growled.

He lunged for the helmet, but Taylor deftly sidestepped, clutching the helmet to his chest. Hugo missed, losing his balance and crashing forward.

The keyboard and chair tumbled over with a loud crash, sending the room into chaos.

A few onlookers quickly rushed over to help Hugo to his feet.

Seething with humiliation and anger, Hugo pointed at Taylor, his voice thick with rage. "You bastard! How dare you mess with me? Everyone, get him! Whoever knocks him down gets a year of their expenses covered!"

Money may not make the devil dance, but it was more than enough to convince the locals to help a Cholonese.

Without a second thought, they released Hugo, cracking their knuckles as they turned their attention to Taylor.

Still recovering from the fall, Hugo collapsed back to the floor, grimacing in pain. "Ouch—my ass!" he groaned, feeling like his bones had shattered.

Every part of him ached, and the pain was unbearable.

Meanwhile, Taylor stood calm and collected, unaffected by the mounting threat. He took a few steps back, sizing up the group for any weaknesses.

Retreating to a more open area, he set the helmet on a nearby table. After ensuring it wouldn't roll off, he let out a sigh of relief.

Turning to face the group, Taylor flashed a thumbs-up with his right hand. With a quick flick, he pointed it downward in an act of defiance.

The provocation sent several of the Miravell locals into a fury, prompting them to tear off their T-shirts and bare their muscular chests. They let out a primal roar, like savage beasts ready to attack.

Unfazed, Taylor motioned for them to come forward. "Quit wasting time. Come at me all at once."

He spoke in Encerian, ensuring they understood his challenge.

With the last hulking opponent down, Taylor straightened his suit jacket. He grabbed the helmet and walked toward the door with a calm, confident stride.

As he passed Hugo, he stopped for a moment. Thinking Taylor was about to strike, Hugo quickly raised both hands to shield his head. "Please, spare me!"

"You sure know how to bend when you need to, huh?" Taylor teased.

"Well, it's better to live a miserable life than die quickly," Hugo replied with a nervous laugh, glancing sideways in anticipation of a punch that never came.

If those large men hadn't stood a chance, Hugo's smaller frame would likely shatter under Taylor's blow. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he swallowed nervously.

"At least you know when to back down," Taylor remarked.

As a fellow Cholonese, he had no desire to escalate things with Hugo. With that, he turned and walked out, the helmet still in his hand.