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.

any antiques she liked and came out of the

had a

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

beside her as she played with the beads she had bought. After a while, she said to Abigail, "I'll make you a bracelet. You can choose." Abigail nodded as she

to

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

but there was a problem with L.Moon again,

out of town and can't come back now. If it doesn't work, we won't cooperate. We'll pay whatever it costs!" Abigail was feeling irritated.

she didn't dare

has been cooperating with L.Moon for so many years. It's not reasonable to refuse to

taken aback by his words and

and I won't be able to for 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

doesn't work, tell me where you are, and I'll bring

"No." Abigail outright refused.

was a problem with

a moment and finally said, "Miss Quinn, don't you think you're being a bit arrogant now? You didn't treat clients like this before. You were always humble. That's why I followed you. If you're acting like a queen now, not listening

ran her fingers through her hair as she looked around the room, and after a while, she said, "I really can't

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

bit her lip as she paced back and forth twice

hung up

as the general manager because