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.

and came out of the

whole morning outside, had a delicious

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

can choose." Abigail nodded as she looked at the dazzling array of jade beads, and her eyes were slightly blurred. "Which one do you think

began to choose

it was because she had slept well the night before. Could it be that her condition was worsening because she often couldn't

half a month, but there was a problem with L.Moon again, so she had to

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. How

finally improving, so she didn't dare to go

years. It's not reasonable to refuse to cooperate," Garrett said to Abigail

was taken aback by his words and

so don't always call me. The client is important, but I have my own things to

where you

"No." Abigail outright refused.

there was a

treat clients like this before. You were always humble.

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

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

lip as she paced back and forth twice

Garrett hung up

him as the general manager because of his