Abigail’s Second Life

Xavien stormed into Abigail's room, sensing trouble in the air as the room was as silent as a graveyard.

"Ms. Quinn!" he called, adrenaline coursing through him.

He rushed into the bathroom, which hinted at an ominous departure. That being said, it was obvious that

someone had been in the midst of the bath because of the barely noticeable steam from the filled bathtub.

Then, he ransacked the curtains for Abigail, but to no avail.

As he departed, he gave Sean a ring, his voice trembling with urgency.

"Someone attacked the hotel, but Ms. Quinn settled the thugs. She vanished when | was with the state police!"

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Xavien shuddered. "She's more capable than me. | thought the room was secure, so | left her in the bathroom to

clean herself up since there were blood stains before the state police came. Never expected that someone would

barge in while we were caught unaware."

"You're wrong. It's not someone, but Simond!" Sean interjected swiftly, "Seal the exits!"

With that, he ended the call.

Even though the exits were blocked, it would not do the trick. They were highly aware of that because they

weren't in Eswadia.

Simond had a gun, which meant he could make use of it to kidnap Abigail and flee New Yoke.

No matter how they strategized, they hadn't foreseen that Simond would exploit the chaos.

Abigail woke up and realized that her body was devoid of strength.

The vehicle was jolting so violently that she felt like she was falling apart.

She was inside a container.

The container was pitch dark, and judging by the intensity of the bumps, they were likely no longer downtown.

She didn't even have the energy to resist, let alone escape.

As she closed her eyes once more, Abigail pondered slowly about Simond, who harbored animosity. Should they

catch him instead ofif he's the one having a classified identity? Why did things go haywire? Abigail couldn't

think much about it. She was dizzy and soon drifted back to sleep.

By the tshe regained consciousness, she found herself awake. Her body was weak, which meant that she

could barely move.

Simond had a dagger in his hand. Now that he was aware she was wide awake, he grinned with malice. "Awake?"

As she struggled to meet his gaze, Abigail inquired, "Sean mentioned that you have a classified higher identity.

Are you friend or foe?"

"Friend to others, but to you? A foe," Simond declared, his smile chilling. There was ruthlessness in his gaze.

"Why did you end my father's life?"

Abigail furrowed her brow, and after a pause, she asked somewhat incredulously, "Who told you that I killed your

father?"

"The individuals in the fortress do not speak favorably of you. Did you slaughter them to make your escape?"

Simond seized Abigail by the neck.

Abigail's eyes blazed as she stared at Simond as she articulated each word. "I did not massacre anyone. The first

person | killed was a Franck man, not your father! Your father was slain by the invaders in the fortress!"

"Don't dupe me. | might not believe it when others accuse you, but all the survivors and fortress all say that

you're involved. Any explanations?" Simond squeezed her neck even more.

Due to her inability to resist him, she closed her eyes. As her mouth opened, her face adopted a shade of purple.

Simond's visage was consumed by hatred.

The door swung open to reveal Sage, witnessing Abigail's struggle to breathe. Sage snatched a bunch of keys

from the nearby counter and aimed it at Simond's wrist.

It caused Simond to let Abigail go of his grip in pain.

As she gasped for air, Abigail tried to shield her own neck.

Sage's face was dark as the gray clouds in anger as she grabbed Simond by his collar. "Are you f*cking insane?

Do you want to be shipped back to Eswadia?"

"I did so much to protect her, yet she ended my father's life!" Simond's eyes flared with rage.

"You cannot do that. She's Sean's woman. Do that, and he'll chase us to the ends of the Earth!" Sage urged in a

low, intense voice.

Abigail, wounded but determined, seized a dagger from Simond while he and Sage were in the midst of their

argument. By the the could react, she had injured herself with the blade. The searing pain spurred Abigail

into action. She leaped off the bed, grabbed the gun from the bedside table, and aimed it at Simond's head.

Simond's eyes blazed with hostility as if he wanted to devour Abigail.

Her arm bled profusely, and Abigail's complexion grew pale. "I, Abigail, will confess to the killings I've committed.

Those | haven't, | won't acknowledge. Today, either letgo, or I'll end you!" "He is someone important. Deal

with him, and you'll be in sh*t trouble when you head back!" Sage cautioned Abigail. "Prove your innocence if

you did not do it!"

"Why should I prove anything? I'm leaving now, or I'll take you all down with me. We can all meet our end

together!" Abigail steadied herself as she breathed heavily, and her lips quivered.

As he stepped back, Simond declared, "You can go, but let's see if you can make it out of here."

Abigail resembled a wary wolf cub as she locked eyes with him, and her demeanor was high alert.

As she approached the door slowly, she cast a disappointed glance at Simond; she emitted a chilling laugh and

swiftly bolted out.