Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1452

"Don't worry, I'm not that ruthless," Germaine said, placing her hand on Jenson's chest and trailing it down.

When she reached his abs, she paused deliberately, circling her fingers playfully. "But if you let slip what happened today, I can't promise I won't devour you whole."

"A-Aren't you into Helen?" Jenson exclaimed, pulling back in shock.

"Ms. Spencer is Ms. Spencer, and you are you. I wouldn't neglect either of you," Germaine continued to tease. "And those abs? Definitely eye-catching!"

"Dream on! Neither Helen nor I are going to let you have your way!" Jenson retorted defiantly. Like a slippery eel, he wriggled out of her grasp and shot off.

"Stop right there!" Germaine called, crossing her arms over her chest. "If you take one more step, I'll pull my investment!"

Jenson paused at her words. Though he didn't turn to look at her, he knew he was in a tight spot. It had taken a lot of effort to secure such a major investor, and losing Germaine would mean a significant setback.

"Hey, come back and be my driver! Otherwise, I might really consider leaving Grand Cathay! I might not be great with directions, but I can definitely manage hailing a cab to the airport," Germaine said with a playful smile.

This was Jenson's first venture, and with Helen's shares on the line, backing out now would be a huge embarrassment.

After a brief hesitation, he turned back with a playful grin. "I'm sorry, Germaine. Please forgive me!"

"Let's see how well you behave," Germaine replied, walking toward the passenger seat. She glanced back and asked, "Aren't you going to open the door for me?"

"Absolutely!" Jenson hurried over, eager to impress. "I've got it covered!"

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Later that night, Abigail stepped out of the arcade. As she walked down the street, she suddenly sensed soft footsteps behind her, as if someone was tailing her.

With this in mind, she quickened her pace and ducked into a narrow alley, hoping to lose her pursuer.

With that, the six men lunged at her, and the alley descended into a fierce scuffle.

Minutes ticked by, and as Caroline and the others realized no one had come out of the alley, unease began to settle in.

"What if they're really hurting her? We can't let this go too far!" one of them urged.

They quickly left the café and rushed to the dead end.

What they found was astonishing—the six men lay sprawled on the ground, battered and bruised.

"What's going on? Where is she?" Caroline shouted angrily, gripping the nearest man by the collar.

"Are you looking for me?" Abigail's voice came from behind them.