Abigail’s Second Life

Garrett fell silent.

Abigail was in no hurry as she slowly read the document, waiting for him to respond.

After pondering for a long time, Garrett couldn't help but ask her, "What exactly is the matter with you?"

"I'll tell you when you cto work." Abigail smiled.

"Fine. I'm honestly intimidated by you," Garrett complied helplessly. Since she was willing to give up the shares,

that could only indicate that she was in desperate need of a talent to manage the company. "Mr. Olsen, I'd say

you're pretty capable. Why did you let someone like Charlie Lambert kick you out?"

Garrett sneered, "Letmake it clear. | left on my own. Less than a month after you left, the company fell into a

power struggle. Do you know who Charlie Lambert is? He's the nephew of Mr. Lambert, one of our shareholders. |

have no strong family support, so why would | compete with him?"

"Why didn't you seek help from my brother, then?" Abigail frowned. It turned out that there was another

shareholder playing tricks behind the scenes. No wonder it seemed as if L. Moon had becCharlie and his

girlfriend's property.

"I'm not close to your brother, alright? Looking for someone to backup will only makelook useless,"

Garrett sneered.

Without pressing any further, Abigail uttered nonchalantly, "See you at Venus Hotel tonight."

"I nearly misunderstood what you meant from the way you said it," Garrett joked. Search The FInd.net

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Abigail chuckled lightly and hung up the phone without another word.

That night, at the entrance of Venus Hotel, Abigail had just gotten out of the car and was immediately

surrounded by numerous cameras.

Timothy was waiting at the door with a group of people. When he saw her getting out of the car, he hurried over

to Abigail.

"Hello, Miss Quinn. I've been waiting for you to cback. | wouldn't know what to do if you hadn't returned!"

Timothy exclaimed with a bitter expression on his face. "Con, let's go inside. There are too many people out

here." Abigail certainly didn't want to be surrounded by people outside.

Timothy quickly agreed.

Not long after entering the hotel, Garrett also arrived.

Garrett watched Abigail chatting with Timothy from a distance, and for a moment, he felt like he had mistaken

her for someone else.

He walked up to Abigail and squinted at her. "You've changed a lot."

After not seeing her for a year, he realized that she had transformed into a different person. There was an

indescribable aura that she carried this time.

In simpler terms, she looked like a woman who was not to be trifled with.

"Is that so?" Abigail smiled. Perhaps her mindset had changed.

"This is Mr. Olsen from my company," Abigail introduced Garrett to Timothy. Timothy immediately nodded at

Garrett and shook hands with him.

Their hands touched briefly before quickly separating.

After they were seated, Abigail raised her glass to Timothy. "I apologize on behalf of my former insensible

employee who caused trouble for you."

"What are you talking about, Miss Quinn? | just want to know when the clothes will be ready." Timothy sounded

quite anxious. "If we don't have a timeline, the investors will cto us, looking for trouble."

"I've thought about it, and | estimate that it will take at least half a month to get everything done. If you trust

me, we can design and produce them at the stime. Once we're done with one batch, you can start shooting

the products. How does that sound?" Abigail proposed.

The clothes were supposed to be produced in advance, but now, they had no choice but to do everything

simultaneously.

Timothy fell into a dilemma. If they shot the products by batch, they couldn't guarantee that the clothes would

be of the best quality. What if he couldn't change his mind anymore?

"Timothy, aren't you reassured now that Miss Quinn is here?" Garrett smiled and raised his glass to Timothy.

After pondering for a moment, Timothy sighed and nodded reluctantly.

In an attempt to make things right, Abigail clinked her glass continuously and drank glass after glass of wine.

When she finally exited the banquet hall, she stumbled toward the restroom. Having consumed too much

alcohol, she accidentally bumped into someone while walking.

"Sorry..." Looking up, she saw Sean, and the rest of her words caught in her throat.

Sean took her hand and asked calmly, "Miss Quinn, why did you drink so much upon returning? With so many

men at that. Aren't you afraid of trouble?"

Abigail felt like she could take on all the men in the banquet hall, though.

"Are you concerned about me?" she blurted. Perhaps her courage cfrom the alcohol, or perhaps because

she was genuinely upset.

Sean now had a new girlfriend, and Abigail wasn't necessarily sad. She just didn't know why she was feeling the

way she was, so she kept it to herself.

She used to confide in Luna, but now, she had no one to talk to.

Sean didn't say anything and simply guided her to the restroom.

"Go in now and be careful," he reminded her.

Abigail stood at the door and stared blankly for a moment before turning around and gazing slowly at him. "What

are you doing at Capitalis?"

"To settle sbusiness affairs," Sean replied calmly.

Abigail nodded and entered the restroom.

She was much more sober upon exiting. Moreover, she assumed that Sean would have left by now, but to her

surprise, he was still outside, seemingly responding to a message on his phone. Abigail observed the slight joy

on his face as he conversed with the person on his phone and slowly suppressed the thoughts that nearly

escaped her mind.

Despite missing him, she was well aware that he was already in a new relationship.

Looking back at her past, she realized that she was the mistress of their relationship. Abigail recalled Joan

Palmer, the woman she detested, so even if she had feelings for him, she wouldn't say anything. "Thank you, Mr.

Graham." She approached Sean, uttered those words, and then walked away.

Sean pocketed his phone and silently trailed behind her.

He had imagined many times how Abigail would return, but he never expected it to be like this.