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.

poured her thoughts into her diary

blinked up at him. "What

teased with a grin. Irene's discomfort prickled beneath

the

comment elicited subtle exchanges of

something you need?" Irene's voice remained composed,

step outside for

bag and turned her attention to the drawing software on her computer. "I'm still busy with work. How about during lunchtime?" Kevin glanced at his wristwatch and realized that lunchtime was fast approaching. With a nod, he uttered, "Alright," before making his

shared a knowing chuckle as

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entertainment industry, why is it that only your designs seem to encounter issues? Just because Miss Quinn is embroiled

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

chorus of criticism. "It's always convenient to have someone covering for you. No matter how incompetent you may be, you somehow manage to find a place among us." Irene's face drained of color as she 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 left her feeling utterly powerless and

at noon, Irene emerged

of

a time, she

imagined. No matter how diligently she worked, she couldn't measure up to the talent of the company's designers. Even when Abigail extended opportunities her way, they always seemed to slip

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

had pinned her hopes on the success of "Red Beauty" drama to garner recognition from everyone,

felt like a pawn on a

did you come out first, Irene?" Kevin's