Chapter 384 Crippled Drawing Hand

During the meal, Abigail realized that Maisy had never once looked away from her.

Honestly speaking, it was making her feel embarrassed.

"Did you design the dress you're wearing?" Maisy gently asked just as the meal was coming to a

close.

"Yes." Abigail nodded.

Her dress was made of a very comfortable fabric in a neutral color and was covered in highly detailed and realistic embroidery. It was a variation of the classic princess line.

A flash of sorrow appeared on Maisy's face. "I should have asked you to sell me the dress no matter what back then. Your designs are beautiful

Abigail did not know if that was just flattery, but she still smiled in response. "Thank you."

"Let me escort you to the car, Grandmother," Eric chimed in.

"Okay," Maisy dotingly said.

It was clear he was afraid Maisy would upset Abigail. It seemed he would be a man who did everything his wife asked in the future.

The moment the two of them left, Abigail let out a loud sigh of relief.

As Eric escorted Maisy out of the hotel, she suddenly asked, "If you like her that much, why did you tell Josh you would be getting engaged to the Pearsons' daughter?"

I like her. I don't want to drag her down." Eric could not tell Maisy about what happened with Kelly. After all, Kelly

Scarlett. Do you think the Pearsons have the wrong

daughter. There was no need for a paternity test to be

It would be nice if Abigail was Scarlett's daughter. That way, there was no need for all this trouble. "She's a calm and composed young girl who's also quite brilliant. In terms of personality, she's certainly not like Scarlett, Maisy

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found it a shame. Why couldn't it be

Eric's mood soured when he

Abigail, he smiled. Today's competition will not be hard. You've gone on parkour shows, right?

nodded with

was parkour, she breathed

the location,

was fully inflated obstacles in the past. Unfortunately, all of that had been replaced with

soft and hard

lose your balance," Tristan calmly stated. Abigail and Miranda were forced to race each other. The loser would have a bucket of icy

the cylindrical bridge, she

oil on

bridge, she triggered a switch that caused a wave of

stopped, her right arm was stretched out and tightly held up in the air by the cables. Waves of agony shot up her arm, causing

the cables!" Miranda was sprawled out on the cylindrical bridge, too scared to move, as she stared at Abigail

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suspended in mid-air while her right hand was being wrapped with taut

the crew? Her arm's about to be torn off!" Eric shouted as he rushed in to

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watched for a few long minutes.

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