Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1423

20 minutes before the race was set to begin at Nightshade Mountain, Taylor made a striking entrance in the newly customized car designed by Abigail.

Its luxurious exterior turned heads, creating an instant buzz among the crowd.

As Taylor removed his sunglasses and tucked them into his jacket pocket, Abigail rolled up on her motorcycle, stopping right in front of him.

Just then, Miguel approached with his crew. He jabbed a finger into Taylor's chest, punctuating his words with each poke. "You showed up just in time; today we're settling all our scores!"

"Do you really think I'm scared of you?" Taylor shot back, standing tall and defiant.

"Let's see who's got what it takes on the track," Abigail added, stepping confidently beside him.

With a sinister glint in his eyes, Miguel looked at Abigail and replied, "There's no need to rush. We haven't even discussed the terms yet."

"What's there to discuss? The loser must kneel, confess their defeat, and vanish from this circle for good. Are you thinking of backing out now?" Taylor's voice was icy, his powerful presence radiating a menacing energy.

"You've got it wrong," Miguel said, his eyes glinting dangerously. "I'm not backing out—I'm raising the stakes. The loser won't just get kicked out; they'll have to leave their partner behind as well."

As he spoke, his gaze slid shamelessly over Abigail, filled with brazen desire.

Even now, the tabloids continued to circulate those humiliating photos of him in his underwear, with the word "bastard" boldly scrawled across his chest.

His name had become a joke in Glendale, and he was resolute in reclaiming his lost pride. He wouldn't allow any woman he desired to slip through his fingers.

Meanwhile, Taylor hesitated. Losing money and some dignity in a game was one thing, but wagering a woman felt utterly degrading.

Taylor's expression darkened, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face.

This was the guy who had beaten him in a major race in Amaurote a few years ago, and rumors suggested he'd only gotten faster since then. Winning against him would be a tough battle, and success felt far from guaranteed.

Taylor gritted his teeth, and his eyes burned with anger. "Miguel, are you really going to play dirty?"

Miguel shrugged casually. "Is there a rule against bringing in a substitute?"

"Fine, you've got guts," Taylor retorted, nodding vigorously. "But do you really think I can't find backup too? Tomorrow, I'll have someone so talented you won't even be able to keep up!"

"Damn. If you can't handle it, just admit it. There's no need to keep making excuses and putting on a show," Miguel sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm.