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?

to the wardrobe

already at the door, but upon hearing his words, she paused. Now, she was more like a nanny and part-time chef for the

his wheelchair to

food so late

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

dry my hair," he said as he left

to herself, So, he kept me here to boss me around! Picking out a towel, she then followed him to

some snacks and started munching on

like the one the woman in red

kind of outfit is not practical at all,"

Andrew nodded.

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

angry. "I told you not to eat snacks

don't want to eat

like it, you shouldn't say it. Maybe you should try it before judging." Martin sat next to him with a stern face, picking up the supper left by Abigail

towel she was holding and approached to assist

choice did she have? Living under someone else's roof, she had no option but

the pasta, Abigail continued to wipe Andrew's