Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2102

Abigail's expression briefly froze.

"Damn, even her voice is mesmerizing," she thought to herself. Despite being a woman, she couldn't help but feel her heart race a little.

This woman was like a fairy—no, more like a goddess.

Kingsley, that lucky scoundrel, must have done something extraordinary in his past life to deserve someone as stunning as her.

It seemed that the universe had a way of balancing things. For all the blessings given to this woman, one thing had to be lacking—her choice of men.

Abigail shook her head, feeling a hint of regret.

Noticing Abigail's distracted expression, the woman glanced down at herself in confusion. Finding nothing wrong, she looked back up and asked hesitantly, "Do you… like women?"

"Huh?" The woman's unexpected question caught Abigail off guard, pulling her out of her thoughts. She quickly waved her hands in denial and replied, "No, that's not my intention!"

Realizing how dramatic she must have looked with her flustered gestures, Abigail quickly put her hands behind her back and straightened up, trying to regain her composure. Clearing her throat, she said, "I'm here to rescue you."

Despite this, Abigail's act lasted only a moment before she faltered, her brow furrowing in frustration.

It felt odd. She had always been carefree and unrestrained—so why was she suddenly trying to be so composed?

"Are you alone?" the woman asked, doubtful of her abilities.

"Don't worry, one of me is more than enough."

With that, Abigail straightened up, returning to her usual confident self. She stepped closer to the woman, briefly scanning her legs.

"You can't weigh more than 90 pounds, right? Back in my training, I could sprint with 200 pounds on my back without breaking a sweat. Carrying you out of here will be a piece of cake. Don't worry."

Abigail didn't know the full details of the woman's condition, but she recognized the wheelchair.

He pushed the gun forward slightly, asserting his dominance over her.

In addition to Zac, a dozen guns were aimed at her from across the hall and the second floor. Abigail had no choice but to raise her hands in surrender, reluctantly complying.

"Don't do anything foolish," she warned. "Bullets don't discriminate."

"Yes, sir!"

The subordinate obeyed without hesitation, quickly handcuffing Abigail and leading her away.

Zac holstered his gun, casting a final glance at the woman locked away in the hidden room. He approached the door, entering a new security code to lock it tightly.