Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2011

Lucy looked up, her eyes locking with Zac's dark, menacing gaze. In a split second, she jumped to her feet and bolted. "Prince, run!" she cried out.

Though she was in good shape, she quickly realized she couldn't outrun Zac. Just a few strides into her run, he kicked her hard in the back, sending her crashing to the ground.

Witnessing the attack, Prince lunged at Zac, sinking its teeth into his arm.

"Ah!" Zac screamed in agony, his fury intensifying. He hammered Prince with brutal punches, but the dog wouldn't release its grip.

Seizing the brief opportunity, Lucy scrambled to her feet and shouted, "Prince, come to Mommy, hurry!"

Before Prince could respond, Zac swiftly drew a small knife from his pocket and drove it into the dog's body.

With brutal precision, Zac struck Prince several times, ending its life in mere moments.

"Prince!" Lucy screamed, torn between fury and grief, but there was no time to mourn. Realizing she was up against a relentless killer, she forced herself to run faster.

Despite her best efforts, Lucy couldn't outrun Zac. Weakened by her injuries, she was eventually caught and taken away.

Zac considered killing her on the spot, but the sight of her expensive attire gave him pause. Concerned it might attract police attention, he grudgingly decided to spare her life—for now.

Meanwhile, Prince's lifeless body was dragged away and hastily buried.

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Abigail had followed Julia for two tiresome hours, only to end up at a shabby, nearly abandoned motel. After Julia checked in, Abigail carefully scouted the area but found nothing remotely suspicious.

As Julia settled into bed, Abigail grew more restless and stepped outside to call Helen. "Hels, your intel is way off. This woman checked into some random motel and is already out cold. She's snoring like a bear."

For someone who hadn't slept in two days, enduring the relentless sound of snoring was nothing short of torture.

Even if Julia wasn't actually snoring, the sight of her deep slumber was enough to make Abigail's eyelids grow heavy with exhaustion.

She had just witnessed this woman's strength; it was so intense that it left her feeling genuinely afraid for her life.

"Damn, I really need to keep it in," Abigail muttered, then quickly softened her tone. "Behave and come with me. Don't make me do something you won't like."

Julia could see the threat in Abigail's eyes. If she didn't comply, Abigail's next kick might not be aimed at the door. After a brief moment of hesitation, she decided it was better to cooperate.

Half an hour later, Abigail had navigated through the traffic and delivered Julia into Helen's hands.

Still battling severe morning sickness, the cold wind made Julia feel even worse. She collapsed to her knees, vomiting uncontrollably.

"I brought her here. The rest is up to you. I'm going upstairs to get some sleep!"

Exhausted, Abigail tossed Julia onto the floor before heading up to rest.