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.

her hand as she poured her thoughts into her diary when

diary and blinked up at him. "What brings you

you. Are you still writing diaries at this age?" He teased with a grin. Irene's discomfort prickled beneath her skin, and her brows

she wasn't the

of glances among a few

there something you need?" Irene's voice remained composed, masking any hint of

outside for a

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.

few girls from the design department shared a knowing

uneasy. Her hand trembled slightly as she gripped the mouse. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

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 in online feuds with other production crews doesn't excuse your shortcomings," she

it's true. Sneaking in through the back door only serves to highlight your lack of genuine talent. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't even

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 trapped. Talent, she mused, it just divides people

noon, Irene emerged from

of relief and felt

she prided

unyielding as she had 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 through her grasp. No matter how many books she flipped through and how much history she studied day and night, she couldn't change her current

like a burden too heavy to bear, squeezing the air from her lungs day

pinned her hopes on the success of "Red Beauty" drama to

of corporate clashes, she felt like a pawn on a chessboard, unable

did you come out first, Irene?"