Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2107

"Are you ready to admit defeat?" Jenson asked.

Zac sneered, refusing to back down. "Admit defeat? Why would I do that? Do you really think you've won? Before I even stepped foot in here, I sent a warning.

"If my men don't get my video call in the next half hour, those two women are as good as dead. If you don't care, then lock me up—one for two. Either way, I'm still coming out on top."

Jenson shook his head, a look of disappointment in his eyes. "Do you really think we'd go to all this trouble to trap you without a backup plan? The moment you returned to Miravell, our men raided your hideout. They're already on their way back."

Zac's bloodshot eyes widened, and he howled in frustration, "That's impossible! I was thorough, even with Abigail—if I hadn't intentionally let her slip through, she wouldn't have had a chance to get there. How could you have possibly tracked her down?"

"You're always like this—refusing to face the truth. From the very beginning, your plan was completely clear to us. This was all a trap set by Chandler and Kingsley to catch you and save the hostages. Wake up—you never had a chance."

Zac shot a brief glance at Kingsley before returning his gaze to "Chandler". His expression contorted with a mix of torment and defiance, his eyes flashing with both surprise and malice as he struggled to contain the turmoil brewing within.

After a brief pause, Zac suddenly vomited blood and collapsed to the floor.

Jenson let out a deep sigh before cuffing Zac's wrists and lifting him off the floor.

…

As night began to settle, the moon hung brightly in the sky. The stars sparkled more vividly than usual, with the North Star shining especially bright, as though guiding lost souls toward safety.

In the house, everyone except Seth and Tiana gathered in the living room, chatting casually. Kingsley, however, was the only one visibly restless, unable to keep still.

As the antique clock on the wall struck 11:00 pm, his impatience grew clear, and he started checking his watch more frequently.

About ten minutes later, the sound of a car engine turning off drifted in from outside.

Clearly accustomed to such closeness, the woman opened her arms toward him. "Come here, give me a hug."

Kingsley leaned down, embracing her for a brief moment.

Seeing the intimacy of the moment, the others in the room tactfully looked away.

Though never one to shy from affection, Abigail found herself turning slightly, perhaps not entirely at ease with witnessing such moments laid bare.

"Family?" Abigail's attention immediately snapped to them, her face lighting up with curiosity. "Wait, aren't you two a couple?"