Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1408

"Anyway, Helen, this project is genuinely promising. If you invest, I assure you the returns will be more than satisfactory," Jenson said confidently, patting his chest.

Abigail smirked playfully. "So you're here to ask for money, huh?"

Jenson laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, a grin spreading across his face. "What I really want is for you to become a partner. We shouldn't let good opportunities slip away to outsiders!"

"Why don't you ask your brother then?" Abigail teased.

"Come on, Chandler can't hold a candle to you!" Jenson replied eagerly. "Remember, I've already severed ties with him for your sake. Now, I'm practically your little brother!"

"Alright," Abigail said, nodding with satisfaction. "Now let me hear you call me 'Your Highness.'"

Seated on the sofa, Taylor shook his head, a smile on his face.

"What?" Jenson looked bewildered. "Do I really have to do that?"

"Why not?" Abigail intertwined her fingers, watching with amusement. "So, do you want the money or not?"

"I do!" Jenson declared.

A true man wouldn't be swayed by mere money, but for Helen, he would make an exception.

"Your High—"

"How much do you need?" Helen's voice drifted down from upstairs.

As Jenson looked up, he saw Helen gazing down at him.

Turning to Abigail, Jenson jumped back, grabbing Taylor's arm. "Taylor, am I imagining things? Why do I see two Helens?"

Taylor smirked, playing along. "What are you talking about? Oh no, you don't actually have a terminal illness, do you? Are you feeling dizzy?"

"Now that you mention it, I do feel a bit lightheaded…" Jenson admitted, his mind playing tricks on him.

"Hey, careful! Let me help you before you topple over," Taylor said, stifling a laugh as he steadied Jenson from behind.

"Don't worry, Helen! I promise I won't let you down!" Jenson exclaimed, his excitement evident. "Alright, it's settled! I need to head out now; my partner has found an investor, and I have to pick her up at the hotel."

"Go ahead."

"Bye, Helen! Love you!"

Jenson made a heart gesture and dashed out. As he sped past Abigail, he paused for a moment to look her over. "You're definitely attractive, but let's be honest—you can't compare to Helen!"

With that, he bolted out without a second glance.

"You little—" Abigail was so furious she almost ran after him, wanting to teach him a lesson. In the end, she bit her tongue and held back.

When she turned, she caught Taylor stifling a laugh.

"What's so funny? Is this really that amusing?" Abigail snapped.

"Am I laughing?" Taylor raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unbothered. "If you've got proof, feel free to call the cops."