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.

out of

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

came back, she collapsed on

you a bracelet. You can choose." Abigail nodded

began to choose

been fine all day and wondered if it was because she had slept well the

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

client that I'm 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. How could she go

she didn't dare to

with L.Moon for so many years. It's

taken aback by his words

back now, 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 Thᴇ

tell me where you are, and

"No." Abigail outright refused.

there was a

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

hair as she looked around the room, and after a while, she said, "I really can't come

Both of you are the bosses, yet you leave for months, and the company doesn't seem to

back and forth twice before

hung up

the general