Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2034

Despite the commotion, Jenson's gaze locked onto Lucy as he walked by.

"Ms. Hunt," he greeted her first, recalling the favor she had done for him. "Are you here for the meteor shower too?"

Lucy turned at the sound of his voice, her lips curving into a gentle smile. "Yes, I'm here with a friend. We're hoping for a bit of luck."

"With someone as kind as you, luck is bound to find you," Jenson said with a grin. "I still owe you for what you did last time. Let me treat you to a meal sometime."

"There's really no need to make a fuss. I didn't do much," Lucy replied modestly, clearly not expecting anything in return.

"No, I insist," Jenson said firmly. "I'll make the arrangements. From now on, let's consider each other friends. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask!"

Standing nearby, Salome couldn't help but be drawn to Jenson's refined presence. She removed her sunglasses, clearly interested in making a connection.

However, wanting to maintain an air of aloofness, she pretended to be shy, waiting for Jenson to approach her instead.

Despite this, Jenson only gave her a brief glance before looking away. "Alright, you take care of what you need to. I won't keep you. See you later."

With that, he turned and walked out of the hotel, not bothering to look back.

Salome's face immediately darkened. Crossing her arms, she vented to Lucy, "Who does he think he is? I'm standing right here, and he can't even say hello. Does he have no manners?"

"It's not a big deal. He probably didn't even notice you're with me," Lucy replied, her expression one of disbelief, as if she were seeing this side of Salome for the first time.

Maintaining her composure, she continued patiently, "He's a friend of Taylor's. I believe he's involved in investments, but I don't know the details."

A friend of Taylor's? That meant he was probably wealthy.

Finally, it seemed like luck was on Salome's side. This golden opportunity had practically fallen into her lap, and she wasn't about to let it pass by.

Her irritation faded, replaced by curiosity. "What's his name?" she asked.

"Jenson Newton," Lucy replied, her patience starting to fade. At that moment, the manager handed over the room keys.

Lucy took them, grabbed her luggage, and made her way toward the elevator. "Come on, let's check out the room."

It wasn't until then that Jenson noticed the car's headlights approaching with terrifying speed. Reacting instinctively, he quickly sidestepped into a row of parked cars, narrowly avoiding the oncoming vehicle.

The car whizzed past with a sharp whoosh, leaving him unharmed. He had narrowly escaped disaster.

Just as they both let out a relieved breath, the car suddenly swerved, changing course and heading straight for Salome.

"Ah!"

A surge of terror paralyzed Salome. She screamed instinctively, but her feet felt like they were glued to the ground, as if weighed down by lead. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move.

The car closed the distance in mere seconds, and with no escape in sight, Salome squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable.

Seeing the impending danger, Jenson quickly set the case of water down and sprinted toward her. At the car's speed, the impact would almost certainly be fatal.

But no matter how fast he ran, his legs couldn't match the car's momentum. Jenson pushed himself to the limit, helplessly watching as the vehicle drew closer, engulfing Salome's silhouette. In a wave of despair, he was forced to slow his pace.