Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail felt a bit embarrassed and greeted, "Hello, sir."

"Just call me Mr. Horton. She lives in my house, and I live next door to her," Mr. Horton said and then added, "Don't let me keep you, Abigail. Go and have fun. I have to till the ground later." "Okay." Abigail and Luna responded in unison.

As Luna locked the courtyard door, she walked away with Abigail and started talking about Mr. Horton. "He doesn't dress well, but he seems to be quite wealthy, and he's very particular about food." "I can tell. Have you chatted with him often before?" Abigail asked curiously.

"Yes, when I moved here, I wasn't so afraid of people. He would often knock on my door and bring me food; sometimes homemade pastries, sometimes casserole, sometimes a bowl of soup..." Luna slowly said, "He must know that I have emotional problems. Even if he sees me messing up the house, he never blames me. He's a good person."

Abigail thought that was quite nice.

After they entered the antique market, Abigail watched Luna go in to browse.

She secretly sent a message to Simond.

'Check the old man next to Luna. See if there's any problem.'

Anyone who came into contact with Luna could be a suspect.

'Okay.'

Abigail sent the message and immediately put away her phone.

liked and came out of the shop. Then, she pulled Abigail into

whole morning outside, had a

collapsed on the

had bought. After a while, she said to Abigail, "I'll make you a bracelet. You can choose." Abigail nodded as she looked at

began to choose

slept well the night before. Could it be that her

half a month, but there was a problem with L.Moon again,

work, we won't cooperate. We'll pay whatever it costs!" Abigail was feeling

was finally improving, so she didn't dare

with L.Moon for so many years. It's not reasonable

by his words and felt a

a long time. I hired you to solve these problems for me, so don't always call me. The client is important, but I have my own things to do." Abigail tried to calm herself down. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access

the client first. If it doesn't work, tell me where you are, and I'll bring the client to you," Garrett negotiated

"No." Abigail outright refused.

if there was

a bit arrogant now? You didn't treat clients like this before. You were always humble. That's why I

fingers through her hair as she looked around the room, and after a while, she

you are the bosses, yet you leave for months, and the company doesn't seem to care about anything. I'm also in

her lip as she paced back and forth

hung

him as the general manager because