Abigail’s Second Life

Money was often considered the root of all evil, and people would go to great lengths for it.

They were under close surveillance, and suddenly, the website started experiencing issues. Was it merely a coincidence that they were being targeted?

"Whether it's a coincidence or not, it doesn't matter. You can continue investigating the issues with the website, but if you can't find anything, we need to shift from a passive to an active approach." Sean looked at Xavien, his gaze particularly cold.

Xavien nodded. "What should we do, then?"

Sean motioned for him to come closer. If someone dared to play dirty right under his nose, he wanted to see who would come out on top!

After Sean finished speaking, Xavien immediately took care of it, and Sean leaned back in his chair, his gaze returning to his phone. Are the ten months of the competition going smoothly?

Abigail's sudden change in behavior-coming back to him and being so proactive-now seemed strange when he thought about it.

After finishing her late-night snack, Abigail saved some for Martin and took another portion to Andrew. As Andrew had told her that she could enter his room by knocking on the door, she entered his room with the snack. Just as she placed it down, she turned around and saw him coming out of the bathroom with almost nothing on.

Her eyes widened for a moment, and she quickly moved toward the door. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were taking a shower this late."

Martin would stay up late every day conducting experiments, and she understood that, but why was Andrew showering so late?

said casually. He pushed his wheelchair to the wardrobe and randomly

but upon hearing his words, she paused. Now, she was more like a

his wheelchair to the table and glanced at the pasta on

didn't want to make complicated food so late and have to wash

to be busy and always made pasta, which made me want to vomit," Andrew said slowly as he pushed his wheelchair closer to her, and

as

boss me around! Picking out a towel, she then followed him to the living

munching

the one the woman in red is wearing," he said to her,

and wearing that kind of outfit is not practical at

Andrew nodded.

time with him, she would find that he liked to make peculiar requests, but if she

Andrew snacking and immediately became angry. "I told you not to eat snacks

want to eat pasta," Andrew

it. Maybe you should try it before judging." Martin sat next to him with a stern

Abigail, who set aside the towel she was holding and approached to assist him with

she have? Living under someone else's roof, she had no option but to work hard

the pasta, Abigail continued