Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1432

A few days later, Taylor brought Abigail to his car modification club in the evening.

The club was a joint venture he had started with a few friends, but he usually only stopped by when he needed a car. Most of the time, his friends ran the place.

"Hey everyone, I'd like you to meet my good friend, Abigail Fitzgerald," Taylor announced, gesturing between them. "Abigail, these are my friends."

The guys greeted Abigail warmly with nods and smiles, but a woman named Caroline Watson didn't seem impressed. She clicked her tongue, her eyes scrutinizing Abigail from head to toe.

"This place is ours, so feel free to ask them for anything you need," Taylor said casually, draping an arm over Abigail's shoulder. "Don't hold back around us."

"Don't worry, I won't," Abigail replied, managing a strained smile.

Suddenly, Taylor's phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and quickly checked the screen. After tapping the answer button, he raised it to his ear.

"Just keep an eye on things for now; I'll be back shortly."

After hanging up, he tucked his phone away and addressed the group. "There's a situation at the office I need to handle, so I have to head back. Please look after Abigail for me. I'll treat you all to dinner tonight!"

"Don't worry about a thing; we've got it covered," one of the guys assured him.

After giving Abigail a few last-minute instructions, Taylor turned to leave.

The man beside her also missed Caroline's snide comment. He innocently attempted to bridge the gap between the two women. "Both you and Abigail have a passion for cars. It seems you two really have a lot in common!"

"Please, I'm not on her level," Caroline quickly interjected, distancing herself. "My looks don't compare to Ms. Fitzgerald's. If I were that pretty, I'd just bat my eyelashes at men and get whatever I wanted."

Her words dripped with sarcasm, insinuating that Abigail's success stemmed from her appearance rather than her talent.

The men exchanged uneasy glances, the atmosphere thick with tension.

Meanwhile, Abigail remained unfazed as she strolled around the modified car. "Looks like Ms. Watson has quite the expertise in car modifications, huh?"