Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2083

Stanson was dressed in his signature floral shirt and a suit, his outfit as gaudy as ever. One of his eyes was covered in bandages, while the other gleamed with a flicker of malice.

"Hey! Stop right there!" Abigail shouted, charging after him.

Though he had been full of arrogance just moments ago, Stanson went pale at the sound of her voice. His legs wobbled, and he nearly lost his balance, slipping twice before managing to regain his footing.

"Someone stop her!" he barked, pushing his men toward Abigail to block her.

At the same time, he swiftly slipped into a security passage and made a break for it.

Unfortunately for him, the Holland family's lackeys were completely useless. Even Hugo had no trouble taking down two at once, effortlessly dispatching them.

As Stanson reached the rooftop, Abigail was right behind him. Panicked, he scrambled up a waist-high wall, his legs shaking as he crouched. "Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll jump!" he yelled desperately.

Abigail couldn't believe it. He claimed to be a gangster boss, but his lack of courage was so obvious that even a child wouldn't want to sit at the same table as him.

"Go ahead, jump," Abigail said coldly, stepping forward without hesitation. "But here's some advice—if you're going to jump, make sure you do it headfirst. If not, you might end up paralyzed, and that's a fate worse than death. Actually, let me help you with that."

At her words, Stanson's fear reached a peak. His eyes involuntarily flickered to the ground below, and his legs began to shake uncontrollably. He instinctively crouched lower, trying to steady himself.

Seizing the opportunity, Abigail surged forward. She grabbed his neck with one hand and yanked his arm behind his back, leaving his upper body dangling dangerously over the edge.

"Speak!" she demanded. "Where is Kaylee?"

"How would I know? Didn't you already rescue her?" Stanson responded, gripping the wall tightly with his other hand. "I know I messed up. I'll never do anything like this again. Please, show mercy!"

"Looks like you won't learn until you're staring death in the face!" Abigail shot back, deliberately loosening her grip.

However, Stanson was falling too fast. Abigail's fingers barely gripped his belt, and the added weight caused it to snap under the pressure. She slid down, clinging desperately to his pants. With one final effort, she managed to grab onto his legs, halting his fall.

Panicking, Stanson screamed, "Please, don't let go!"

It was only then that he realized his pants had completely slipped off.

Turning around, he saw a crowd gathered below, all eagerly snapping photos with their phones.

Stanson's face crumpled as silent tears streamed down his face. "It's gone… everything's gone…"

"What's gone? I'm still holding onto you," Abigail retorted under her breath.

"My dignity… it's all gone!" Stanson wailed.