Abigail’s Second Life

"It seems like you're well-informed about Danielle's past actions," Abigail exclaimed, her mind racing to catch up with the recent facts.

She hadn't even had the chance to inquire about the depths of Danielle's misdeeds.

"It's because of what Cindy brought up. Hence, it was investigated by Xavien," Sean revealed, sensing the importance of addressing the issue head-on.

With Cindy having Harold's support, she had a shield against the relentless onslaught of criticism from netizens. However, if Abigail were to confront this alone, she would have to weather the storm solo. As a public figure, her options were limited. Apart from directly addressing public opinion, there seemed to be no other recourse.

"Do you think the scandal involving L.Moon is finally reaching its conclusion?" Abigail still clung to the hope that the chaos surrounding L.Moon would eventually subside.

"Without a doubt, there's been a noticeable decline in popularity, but perhaps that's for the best. You've been pushing yourself too hard all these years, so it's time to take a step back and breathe. There's no need to constantly be on edge. Plus, we can start thinking about starting a family," Sean suggested, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"But what about your company?" she questioned, her concern evident.

She wouldn't stand for him quietly transferring the company's assets online and sending her back home to focus on starting a family.

"Oh, Graham International? Xavien is keeping an eye on it. I've been indulging in farming lately," he quipped, his tone light-hearted.

Abigail speculated that Lina had developed a newfound passion for gardening, and without delving further into the matter, she simply nodded in agreement. "Alright."

Upon their arrival at the restaurant, Sean took a moment to offer words of comfort to Harold over the phone.

The can of worms Cindy opened ended up causing quite a stir, and Graham International was significantly implicated.

"The Hinton Family is like a predator lurking in the shadows, eagerly waiting for any sign of vulnerability from our side to strike mercilessly," Sean expressed, his brow creased with worry as he concluded the call and shared his concerns with Abigail.

While holding the menu in her hands, Abigail's face was etched with worry as she pondered their next course of action. "What do you think we should do?"

reputable media outlets recently. I'm considering sharing my story with them," he revealed, recognizing the importance of establishing official connections,

Family in Capitalis was simply not sustainable. Harold couldn't

adjustments?" she

don't worry, I'll make

video, the situation surrounding Danielle underwent a noticeable shift. However, despite this, L.Moon's platform was undeniably experiencing a decline in traffic. The once vibrant daily sales of Fairy Meadow had dwindled by a significant 20%

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design department have me deeply concerned. They've always been dedicated and trouble-free." His expression grew solemn. The loss

of adversity,

the sturdiest of trees. It's only natural for our talented designers to consider their

amidst Moon's current

of her preparedness to address both the decline in sales and the loss

out a wistful sigh, and he gave a bittersweet smile.

and evolve in response to changing market dynamics. "Your words bring

Danielle's incident merely accelerated it. Now that we have a moment to spare, why not take the opportunity to contemplate

urge to discuss marriage? I'll take my leave now," he exclaimed,

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the sofa, he clasped Abigail's hand tightly. His tension was evident, as could be seen from the beads of sweat forming on