Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1480

Abigail's focus was razor-sharp, her fingers flying across the keyboard with a speed that rivaled Helen's. Watching her type was almost mesmerizing.

Taylor found himself getting lost in the moment, but he quickly shook himself back to reality. Just as he approached, he saw Abigail's computer screen flash a large red "Success!"

Abigail let out a sigh, wrapping her arms around herself as she leaned back in her chair. Looking up at him, she asked, "Why don't you try refreshing that website again?"

Taylor complied, logging out and back in, only to be greeted with a message stating that the webpage no longer existed.

In other words, it wasn't just him—no one could access the site to purchase Helen's works.

"Rather than waiting for the paintings to slip away and then spending a fortune trying to intercept them, it's much smarter to nip this in the bud. Now that's what I call decisive," Abigail said, standing up and playfully draping her arm over his shoulder.

As she looked at his phone, a small ad appeared—"Emerging author Kaylee Terzian wins the Gold Award at the 30th Novel Competition for her work, 'The Heiress Reborn: Unmasked Again'…"

"Why do you have so many ads?" Abigail asked, her perfectionist tendencies surfacing as she frowned.

"Really? Let me see. Kaylee Terzian? Who's that?" Taylor replied, clearly uninterested in literature.

At that moment, Chandler walked in, catching the name just as it was mentioned.

"I don't know her," Taylor said, tossing the phone to Abigail. "While you're at it, could you help me upgrade my antivirus software?"

Turning back to Chandler, he continued, "I heard you're competing with Fiona for a spot in the Jewelers' Association. Do you want me to put in a good word for you?"

"That won't be necessary," Chandler replied calmly, cradling his coffee as he settled onto the couch.

"Are you sure about that?" Taylor scratched his head. "Benjamin said he saw your name on the application list. Could he have been mistaken?"

Meanwhile, the housekeeper, Denise Myrtle, was preoccupied with securing the windows upstairs, entirely oblivious to the turmoil happening below.

With her hair whipping about in the gusts, the woman had no choice but to stand up and shut the door herself.

As she reached the entrance and pulled it open, a pale face suddenly appeared before her. Startled, she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"K-Kaylee?" the woman stammered, scrambling backward. "Are you human or a ghost?"

Under the guise of Kaylee, Helen remained silent as she stepped inside, slowly moving toward her.

Trapped by the couch with no way to escape, the woman immediately knelt, desperately bowing her head. "I didn't harm you! It was him! He said that as long as you were dead, we could be together. He arranged everything; it has nothing to do with me! Please, spare me! I beg you, just let me go…"