Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1568

An international automotive brand was hosting a new car launch event in Glendale.

Abigail and Taylor moved through the exhibition hall, their eyes keenly scanning for their "prey". At last, they spotted a stunning red SUV and came to an abrupt stop together.

Abigail couldn't resist gliding her hands over the car's sleek curves, the smooth finish igniting a spark of excitement within her. "Firewheel—what a name! This is definitely my dream car!"

She stood by the driver's side, looking through the window and locking eyes with Taylor in the passenger seat. They shared a knowing smile, a silent agreement forming between them.

Ten minutes later, the main gate swung open. The Firewheel roared to life, bursting out of the showroom like a bullet.

"Wow—this is incredible!" Taylor leaned out the window, feeling the wind rush through his fingers as he shouted, "Faster!"

Abigail smiled and shifted gears, pressing down more on the accelerator. Just as she was about to floor it for an adrenaline boost, she spotted a blockade of cars ahead. Reluctantly, she eased off the accelerator and honked furiously at the stationary vehicles.

As they drew closer, it became clear that none of the cars were moving. With no choice, Abigail stopped about 30 feet away, honking twice more in frustration.

From their vantage point, they could see five cars encircling a single vehicle. A crowd of about a dozen people huddled in the center, clearly up to no good. Each of them wielded a bat, completely ignoring Abigail and Taylor's attempts to pass.

"Why don't we just turn around?" Taylor suggested. "Let's not stir up any trouble."

Though a bit disappointed, Abigail didn't want to get involved either. She reignited the engine, ready to make a U-turn.

The man's bat was smeared with an unknown substance as he pressed it against Taylor's chest, his bravado on full display. "And what if I refuse? What are you going to do about it?"

Taylor glanced down at his soiled jacket, shaking his head with a mocking grin. Without warning, he seized the baseball bat and swung it decisively, knocking the man to the ground with a single blow.

Stepping on the fallen man, Taylor loosened his tie. "Do you get it now? Didn't your mother teach you not to mess with other people's things?"

Dazed from the impact, the man shielded his head and writhed on the ground, yelling for his friends, "Guys! What are you doing? Get over here—I'm about to be killed!"

The commotion caught the attention of the others, and a few began to approach slowly, tightening their grips on their weapons.