Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1434

As Taylor rushed into the club, he immediately spotted Abigail and Caroline facing off, the tension between them thick and charged.

"What's going on?" he asked, stepping between the men. "Aren't you supposed to be looking out for her? Is this how you do it?"

"I swear, this isn't my fault," the man who had tried to mediate said, still bewildered. "I have no idea what's gotten into Caroline today; she's been on edge and picking fights with Abigail. To make matters worse, Abigail isn't one to back down either. I figured it was best to let them sort it out."

Taylor knew well the extent of Abigail's skills—she could complete a world-class assembly job in just three days. Caroline stood no chance against her; any competition between them would only lead to Caroline's embarrassment.

After watching for a moment, Taylor stepped closer to Abigail, a playful grin on his face. "Ms. Fitzgerald, let's keep things civil. I'll apologize on Caroline's behalf; she's just a bit hot-headed but means no harm."

"Taylor, don't get involved!" Caroline shouted from afar.

"Just trust me on this," Taylor replied, his tone sharp with impatience.

Taylor was usually quite perceptive; didn't he realize he was clearly siding with Abigail?

"This isn't up for discussion," Caroline snapped, refusing to back down. "If you want to join our club, you have to prove your skills."

With that, the air grew even more tense, thick with hostility.

A sly smile crept onto Abigail's lips. "It's not like we're competing against you, so why are you so anxious? She just wants to test my skills, which is perfectly fine. Don't come in here trying to smooth things over."

"Is it really necessary to compete?" Taylor asked, trying to clarify Caroline's position.

"Absolutely," Caroline replied, her determination unwavering.

Taylor glanced at Abigail, who exuded her own fierce resolve.

By the 30-minute mark, Abigail had established a significant lead.

At the 42-minute mark, she tossed her wrench aside, clapped her hands, and walked out of the assembly workshop. "All done."

Caroline gritted her teeth, managing to finish assembling the car just before the clock struck 49 minutes. Despite her efforts, she was still far behind Abigail and couldn't bring herself to look up.

The two stood side by side—one dejected, the other relaxed.

"So, what do you have to say now?" Abigail challenged, demanding an explanation.

Overwhelmed by embarrassment, Caroline's hands tightened into fists, unable to utter a single word.