Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1415

"What are you doing?" Miguel asked, his patience wearing thin.

"I'm giving you a special mark, so from now on, you're officially mine," Abigail teased, her playful charm shining through.

Her flirtatious tone made Miguel's heart race, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Just as Abigail was reaching the end of her lipstick, she noticed a figure on the balcony.

Moments later, Taylor drew back the curtains and quietly stepped into the room. When he saw Miguel in nothing but his underwear, he nearly burst out laughing.

Abigail swiftly raised a finger to her lips, telling him to stay silent. She then tilted her chin, motioning for him to grab Miguel's clothes and head toward the foyer.

"What's going on? Why is it so quiet?" Miguel asked, sensing something was off.

He yanked off his tie, only to find Taylor and Abigail standing in the doorway, both wearing triumphant grins.

"What are you two doing here?" Miguel exclaimed, shock quickly turning into anger. "Are you really trying to mess with me?"

"What's it to you, you little brat?" Taylor retorted, a sly smirk on his face.

With that, he and Abigail dashed out the door.

Miguel didn't think twice before racing after them. But as he reached the doorway, he was met by a swarm of paparazzi armed with cameras.

Before he could react, they aimed their lenses at him, snapping photos frantically.

Miguel looked down in shock to see the word "bastard" scrawled across his skin. He instinctively raised his hands to shield himself, but the cameras zoomed in on his exposed lower half.

Fuming, Miguel forced his way into the throng of reporters, shouting, "Stop taking pictures! I told you not to! Do you hear me? I'll sue every last one of you into bankruptcy if you don't knock it off!"

The paparazzi were relentless, a testament to their professionalism; they didn't care about status. If there was a story to be told, they weren't going to let it slip away.

No matter how loudly Miguel protested, the sound of camera shutters continued to echo around him.

Taylor rubbed his sore chest, leaning against the wall. As he watched her silhouette disappear into the distance, he couldn't help but sigh. "This woman really knows how to switch it up…"

…

Jenson and the others settled into the restaurant.

While the waiter took their orders, he repeatedly apologized. "I'm so sorry, but the 'Celestial Wagyu Beef Carpaccio' is a limited dish, and we're currently out."

"What are we supposed to do? We came all this way just to try that signature dish!" one frustrated customer voiced.

"How about this: we have a challenge at our restaurant. If you can score 85 points or higher with a dart throw, the owner will arrange for the chef to prepare an extra serving," the waiter suggested.

"Sounds good!" Jenson replied eagerly, gesturing for the waiter to bring the darts. "This is my specialty—just watch me shine!"

With that, the group made their way to the dart-throwing area.