Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2014

As night descended, Miravell was enveloped in a heavy darkness. Taylor and Germaine had tailed Lucy for two hours before arriving at the farm she had entered earlier.

Initially, they were unaware that the property belonged to the Hunt family. However, upon spotting the car Lucy had driven earlier parked near the gate, they realized they had crossed paths with her again.

Sticking to their usual tactics, the pair posed as Interpol agents and approached the farm manager to gather information.

"Has anyone from Grand Cathay been here recently?" Germaine asked, her serious tone emphasizing her no-nonsense attitude as a detective.

The farm manager shook his head firmly. "No."

Taylor nodded, as if expecting the answer. If anything significant had occurred, Lucy would have contacted them by now.

"If you notice anything unusual, please get in touch," Taylor said, handing over a business card. "My number is on there."

With that, he and Germaine turned to leave.

However, after just a few steps, Taylor halted, a subtle sense of unease settling in. He turned back to the manager and asked, "Is the farm especially busy? Why is your mistress still inspecting the grounds at this hour?"

Coming from a long line of business people, Taylor knew that rural inspections were usually just symbolic. It was uncommon for anyone to stay overnight unless there was an urgent issue to deal with.

Taylor wasn't one to let questions go unanswered, especially when it involved a friend.

"Do you know Ms. Hunt?" The manager looked surprised, then quickly shifted to confusion. "Hasn't she already left a while ago?"

Earlier that afternoon, he had searched the farm for her but found no sign of her. Naturally, he assumed she had left on her own.

After all, as the heiress of a wealthy family, Lucy didn't need to inform him of her whereabouts, so he hadn't given it a second thought.

"She left?" Taylor's expression darkened as the realization sank in—something didn't add up. If Lucy had left, how was her car still parked at the farm's entrance?

He glanced at Germaine, who wore the same look of growing suspicion.

"Yes, she left," the manager replied, still unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

"Eliminate the target and handle it cleanly," he instructed before ending the call.

He slipped his phone back into his pocket, exhaling deeply as he turned his gaze elsewhere.

"Jenson, if you're looking for someone to blame, blame your selfish older brother. If he hadn't been so indecisive, I wouldn't have had to make you a pawn in this game."

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In a remote corner of a neighboring farm, Lucy lay bound and discarded on the ground. Nearby, two of Zac's henchmen were digging a shallow grave, ready to bury her alive.

The vast, open plains offered no protection from the harsh winter wind. Before long, the two men's hands were numb and raw from the cold.

"…I don't get why Mr. Zac doesn't just dump her body in the sea. Digging this hole is such a hassle," the thinner man grumbled.

"Are you an idiot?" the taller man shot back, taking a brief break from his work. "If we leave the farm, we risk blowing our cover."