Abigail’s Second Life

When Abigail was feeling upset, Xavien's call cin. She made an effort to calm herself down before answering.

"Hello." Her voice was slightly hoarse.

"Abigail, I've located your position. If you want to continue with Mr. Graham, stay where you are and don't go with Simond. Simond might-" Before he could finish his sentence, the call was interrupted due to a poor signal on Abigail's side.

She tried calling back, but her phone showed no service.

Furrowing her brow, she decided to stand up and search for a stronger signal. Right at that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

All three of them felt uneasy.

Martin glanced at Abigail, who had her lips pressed together while she stared at the door.

Just as the tension reached its peak, Simond's voice cfrom outside. "Abigail?" Abigail let out a sigh of relief. She thought Xavien was going to say that something happened to Simond. Luckily, he was fine.

She walked over, moved the table aside, and then opened the door. "You finally came. If you didn't, we would have gotten infected wounds." Simond nodded and walked in with his men. He looked at the disheveled Martin and Andrew and asked in a deep voice, "Is everyone okay?" Martin nodded, and Andrew mumbled in agreement.

A collective sigh of relief filled the room.

Abigail's tense nerves eased as she flashed Simond a relieved smile. "Thank the heavens you're alright. I feared the worst." "No matter what comes my way, I'll be fine," Simond reassured her gently. "Let's get moving." Search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

She murmured in agreement.

Andrew was carried by a tall man Simond had brought.

As they drove off in the Land Rover, Abigail looked out at the receding scenery and gradually felt drowsy. Both Martin and Andrew had already fallen asleep.

Simond drove along the winding road while occasionally stealing glances at Abigail beside him.

Abigail struggled to keep her eyes open, but she was just too tired. She cradled Larry in her arms and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Upon learning that Abigail had once again lost contact, Sean furrowed his brow. "Find a way to contact Simond!" As soon as he finished speaking, Simond's phone rang.

Xavien immediately answered the call.

"Mr. Simpson?" Xavien's voice beccautious as he asked, "Did you block our number?" "Mr. Summer, I notified you to cooperate with me, but unfortunately, you refused," Simond's voice carried a sinister laugh.

Xavien handed the phone to Sean, who said in a deep voice, "For a mercenary family who was expelled from the country, you've hidden yourself quite well." Initially, the information Xavien found was that Simond was a retired special forces soldier lurking abroad only for the country's safety. However, after days of relentless investigation, he discovered that the Simpson Family in the country was a forged reputation, a mere facade.

In reality, they were bloodthirsty mercenaries roaming various countries and engaging in unknown dealings.

"I didn't expect you to find out. However, it's a pity that I've taken Abigail, Martin, and Andrew with me," Simond said with a smile.

The sound of waves cfrom Simond's phone.

Sean's face changed. "You better bring Abigail back! As for Martin and Andrew, I'm not interested!" Simond shrugged. "Abigail is important to me. Jealousy is a dangerous game. Your fiancée was in deep trouble, and instead of helping, you're blaming her. You've got enemies, you know. You're dealing with more people thansince you have offended others.

Dealing with one gang but angering many others? It was a recipe for disaster.

"I'm telling you one last time: bring Abigail back!" Sean growled.

"She won't return. I've asked the people around her. When she needed you the most, she reached out to you. Due to your jealousy, you broke her heart. It's such a shthat she followed you. Goodbye, Sean," Simond said with a smirk. As he spoke, the wind howled, followed by a splash and the sound of water from the phone.

Sean clenched his phone tightly, and his face twisted with anger.

Simond had tossed the phone into the water. No matter how powerful it was, it wouldn't last long, and he was using the sea to flee.

"Track this phone!" Sean instructed Xavien. Even though he tried to remain composed, his hand couldn't stop trembling.

Xavien quickly connected to the phone that Simond had called from and began tracking it, but he knew very well that if Simond were in Tidalyn, they wouldn't be able to locate him at all.

As for the Simpson Family, they traveled to various countries, but no one knew their true intentions.

Due to the unique circumstances in Eswadia, they had established a facade of a prominent family there.

Out in the vast ocean, Simond turned e around with a grin and stepped onto the ship. His subordinate.immediately approached him with a respectful expression and said, "Ms. Quinn has woken up." "Great, I'll check on her," Simond said joyfully.

He walked all the way to the most exquisitely decorated room on the ship and saw Abigail sitting on the bed. He smiled warmly as he approached her and asked, "What's on your mind?" "Are we on a ship?" Abigail inquired. Since waking up, she had sensed that something was amiss. It was hard to explain, but something just didn't feel quite right.