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

whole morning outside, had a delicious lunch, and didn't return until

soon as Abigail came back, she collapsed on the couch and didn't

"I'll make you a bracelet. You can choose." Abigail nodded as she looked at the dazzling array of jade beads, and her eyes were slightly blurred. "Which one do

began to

all day and wondered if it was because she had slept well the night before. Could it be that her condition was worsening because she

but there was

we won't cooperate. We'll pay whatever it costs!" Abigail was feeling irritated. How could

finally improving, so she didn't dare

so many years.

by his words and

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

it doesn't work, tell me where you are, and I'll bring the client to

"No." Abigail outright refused.

knows if there was a problem

treat clients like this before. You were always humble. That's why I followed you. If you're

around the room, and after a while, she said, "I really can't come back because of something, and I can't

the company doesn't

her lip as she paced back and forth twice before finally saying, "Can

hung

general manager because