Abigail’s Second Life

Just as Abigail returned to the hotel and sat down, Xavien approached her and asked, "How did it go with Jonell?"

"I did cause some trouble at that moment. However, someone came in halfway, so I didn't get to finish it," Abigail replied with a frown.

Although she didn't recognize those people, she noticed they were all well-equipped and skilled, which meant they were not as simple as they looked.

"Have you checked if Jonell has any other connections that we missed?" Abigail asked while pinching the bridge of her nose.

Xavien shook his head. "No. I've checked it through."

"Just now, a group of people appeared out of nowhere and rescued him." Abigail's expression turned grim as she thought about how close she was to seizing Jonell. If she had succeeded at that moment, she would be able to locate Luna's whereabouts easily. Yet, she didn't expect him to be so lucky and escape.

At that moment, Xavien looked at her and said, "Could it be... Mr. Graham?"

Hearing his words, Abigail snapped her head toward him.

Before Sean departed, he had told them to find a way to approach Jonell and use extreme measures if negotiations failed. Now that Abigail thought about it, she realized that perhaps tonight was a trap Sean had set up.

Jonell was a stubborn man. Hence, they would need time to gather evidence against him. However, none of them knew if Luna could afford to wait that long. Thus, they could only find a way to save Luna by risking their lives and stepping into the enemy's lair.

found it somewhat unbelievable. After all, Sean had trusted

but always lacked an opportunity." As Xavien spoke, he gradually felt eased. "We still

right. If we can

with a man who had blonde hair and blue eyes. With just one look, Abigail

wine and said, "Mr. Davidson, long time no

Carl noticed her, he narrowed his eyes and said, "It was you that

words, Abigail scrutinized

exceedingly beautiful, not just handsome, but genuinely

treat me in that manner. I was merely getting him back."

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the bullet to graze through his shoulder. He collapsed on

that moment, the

herself up from the ground and kicked Carl, who was still attempting to make

time, Abigail drew out her gun and aimed it at

"Mr. Davidson is my friend. I'm just teaching you

and stood up. Looking at Carl,

he had always suspected Carl to be an undercover agent. If that was the case, he felt

to Ansela, which means he

surprised by how unpredictable Carl's