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.

a pen in her hand as she poured her thoughts into her diary when Kevin's unexpected presence caused her to

her diary and blinked up at him. "What brings

He teased with

that she wasn't the most popular person in the

elicited subtle exchanges of glances

need?" Irene's voice remained composed, masking any hint

for

"I'm still busy with work. How about during lunchtime?" Kevin glanced at his wristwatch and realized that lunchtime was fast approaching. With

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

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

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

serves to highlight your lack of genuine talent. If I were in your shoes, I

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

noon, Irene emerged from

office, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt a fleeting sense of calm

time, she prided herself

she discovered that her resilience wasn't as 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

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

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

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

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