Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1414

"What did you say?" Taylor snapped, fists clenched and poised to strike.

"What's the problem?" Miguel goaded, his arrogance palpable. "You want to fight? Go ahead; I've been waiting for a chance to take you down!"

The thugs behind him were even more hyped up, clearly itching for a brawl.

"Hey, hey, hey." Abigail stepped forward, pushing a finger against Miguel's chest. "Easy there, handsome," she said with a teasing smile, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

She struck a soft, graceful pose, radiating undeniable allure.

Miguel's grin widened, his gaze brimming with malice. "Hey there, beautiful, don't waste your time on Taylor. Come with me, and I'll treat you the way you truly deserve."

"Who do you think you—"

"Sure."

Before Taylor could finish his words, Abigail grabbed Miguel by his tie and leaned in close. "But just so you know, I'm a little wild. Do you think you can handle me, baby?" she teased playfully.

"What the hell are you doing?" Taylor froze, bewildered. None of this was going according to his plan.

"Just having a little fun," Abigail replied, her eyebrows raising slightly. "I thought I'd change things up a bit."

Miguel grinned, clearly enjoying the show. "Did you hear that? She's had enough of you!"

"Exactly," Abigail said, playfully tugging on his tie while winking at Taylor. "The night's too short to waste. Let's find the nicest hotel nearby and get a room, shall we?"

Taylor couldn't help but grimace as he watched her flirt.

What was with all the winking? Did she have something in her eye?

"Perfect! I love how straightforward you are!" Miguel said with a laugh, pulling her closer. He playfully bumped into Taylor as he swaggered out.

His crew followed suit, whistling excitedly the whole way.

With that, she used the tie to blindfold Miguel, completely obscuring his sight.

"Now, let me help you undress," Abigail said, her expression turning icy as she began to unbutton his shirt.

Where was Taylor? It had been nearly 20 minutes, and he still hadn't shown up. Did he seriously miss her hints?

As Abigail pulled off Miguel's clothes, her disdain only deepened.

Had men really become so indifferent about their bodies? How did someone in their 20s end up with a belly like this?

"Come on, beautiful, keep going! What are you waiting for?" Miguel urged with a mischievous grin.

"Just a second," Abigail replied, forcing a strained smile as her mind raced with a new plan.

After hastily yanking down his pants, she raced to the entrance, digging through her bag. She grabbed a tube of lipstick, uncapped it, and began to use Miguel's skin as her canvas.