Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1570

"Thank you for coming to my rescue," the bespectacled man said, approaching with a humble demeanor. "I'm Gideon Rhett, a reporter for the Glendale Daily. Miss, how would you like me to address you?"

Taylor raised an eyebrow, irritation evident on his face. "I'm the one who took him down. Why are you asking her?"

He scrutinized Gideon with a judgmental gaze.

Just because he wore glasses and had an air of sophistication didn't mean he could be trusted; many elegantly dressed scoundrels concealed their true natures behind such facades, and something about him felt unsettling.

"Mr. Xander, you're quite a figure in Glendale; any decent journalist has definitely heard of you," Gideon said with a smile.

The compliment left Taylor at a loss for words.

"I'm Abigail Fitzgerald," she said, trying to change the subject. "What were those guys after you for?"

"I'm a reporter specializing in social issues, committed to exposing threats to society. I captured some valuable photos, and they wanted me to hand them over.

"After several attempts to negotiate, I refused, which led to today's situation," Gideon replied casually, showing no signs of the fear one might expect after such an encounter.

"You've certainly got a lot of courage," Abigail said, genuinely impressed.

In today's world, a journalist with integrity and bravery was as rare as a national treasure; encountering one felt like a privilege.

"It's just part of my responsibility as a journalist—nothing more," Gideon replied modestly.

He glanced at their broken-down car and continued, "I can see you're in a bit of a predicament. I have some repair tools at home, so I can give you a lift and help out. We can also have some tea—consider it my way of thanking you for today."

Just as Taylor was about to refuse, Abigail jumped in with enthusiasm. "Sure! I'm curious to see what a big-time reporter has in his collection."

What collection? He probably just had a few old newspapers—did they really need to visit his house for that?

"Yeah, my job requires a lot of travel, and I've developed a passion for collecting these models. I didn't even realize how many I'd accumulated," Gideon said, placing two cups of tea on the coffee table before returning to the kitchen.

Normally captivated by impressive cars, Taylor sat quietly on the couch, keeping his distance from the conversation.

As Abigail continued to admire the collection, she spotted a standalone cabinet next to the balcony that held nothing but a single baseball bat.

"Do you like baseball too, Mr. Rhett?" Abigail asked, stretching her neck for a better look at the bat.

"Are you talking about that one?" Gideon's voice came from the kitchen. "That bat was used by Cory Swift, the champion of the last International Baseball Open. I covered the event, and he gave it to me afterward."

"Cory Swift?" Abigail exclaimed, her eyes widening with excitement. "I'm a huge fan! Wow, it even has his signature on it!"

"Yup! If you want, you can take it with you when you leave," Gideon offered generously.