Abigail’s Second Life

They really think L.Moon is easy to bully, huh? she mused.

When it came to dealing with the drama crew, she had plenty of tricks up her sleeve to make them regret it!

Even if Sean couldn't lend a hand, could she really not handle those jokers in the business world?

With "Red Beauty" facing widespread fan boycotts, Kevin's company pulled out its investment too. Abigail's moves inadvertently gave him the perfect excuse to make a smooth exit.

As soon as she set down her phone, Kevin barged in without knocking.

"You really should start knocking." Abigail frowned.

"Where's Irene?" Kevin asked as he loosened his tie with a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Abigail shot him an incredulous look. "She's obviously at her own desk. Do you think she works in my office?"

Kevin turned to leave.

"I'm talking to you," Abigail couldn't help but interject. "Are you seriously considering getting involved with her? Irene is my employee. If anything happens because of your relationship, it won't end well for you."

"Abigail, love is something you shouldn't meddle with," he chuckled before quickly making his exit.

Abigail sighed helplessly.

He was right. They were all grown-ups now, each responsible for their own lives and decisions.

she poured her thoughts into her diary when

concealed her diary and blinked up at him. "What brings

still writing diaries at this age?" He teased with a grin. Irene's discomfort prickled beneath

no secret that she wasn't the most popular person

exchanges of glances among a few nearby

need?" Irene's voice

step outside for a

on her computer. "I'm still busy with work. How about during lunchtime?"

girls from the design department shared a knowing chuckle as soon as he

Irene sat at her desk, feeling uneasy. Her hand trembled slightly as she gripped the mouse. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on

her designs for Fairy Meadow, was the first to break the silence with a sneer. "With all the orders flooding in from the entertainment industry, why is it that only your designs seem to encounter issues? Just because Miss Quinn is embroiled

as he leaned back in his chair, it's true. Sneaking in through the back door only serves to highlight your lack of genuine talent. If I were in

slowly released her grip on the mouse, her gaze fixed blankly on the computer screen. In the presence of these design geniuses, she felt as insignificant as a speck of dust. Deep down, she grappled with the harsh reality that she couldn't measure up to those blessed with natural talent. It was a daunting realization which

noon, Irene emerged from

stepping out of the office, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt a fleeting sense of calm washed over

time, she prided herself

when Abigail extended opportunities

weighed on her like a burden too heavy to bear, squeezing the

Beauty" drama to garner recognition from

clashes, she felt like a pawn on a chessboard,

out first, Irene?" Kevin's voice shattered the silence behind