Abigail’s Second Life

Kevin drove past the entrance of L.Moon and caught sight of Irene standing there. A smirk played at the corner of his lips.

He quickly parked the car and strode out.

Entering the lobby of L.Moon, his gaze honed in on Irene, who was engrossed in conversation with another man. The man beside her, though not conventionally handsome, possessed an innate charm that radiated a sense of warmth and approachability.

Kevin halted in his tracks.

The way Irene talked with the man was completely different from her usual demeanor with him.

Even as they stepped into the elevator, Kevin was unable to shake off the lingering sense of bewilderment that gripped him.

When Irene turned and saw him, her surprise was fleeting, but it was swiftly replaced by a composed, neutral expression that betrayed little emotion when she turned away.

Not once did her gaze linger on him as the elevator doors slid shut.

Meanwhile, Leon's gaze also lingered on Kevin.

Suddenly, the elevator fell into a hushed silence.

After a brief pause, Irene finally spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. "We didn't wait for Mr. Stewart... I'm feeling a bit on edge."

Leon's smile exuded reassurance as he replied, "It's alright. He won't take it personally. And even if he does, we still have Miss Quinn and Miss Smith to support us, don't we?"

"Yeah, you're right. There's always the other department," Irene chimed in awkwardly before lapsing into silence once more.

"I've heard you've been lending a hand with the men's fashion line for Leap Gaming Technology lately. If you ever need guidance or have questions, don't hesitate to reach out to me. I've got some experience in that area," he offered, his tone casual yet genuine.

"So far, nothing has really thrown me off. I just make a few adjustments here and there, but it's no big deal," Irene replied softly. "Oh, and speaking of which, my bonus just came through. I'd like to treat everyone to dinner tonight."

hint of practicality. "You really don't have to, honestly. Most of the designers in the company are more financially secure than you might think. How many of them haven't earned millions? Your 150 thousand

who remained with the company were locals, hailing

how many locals hailed from humble

traffic surged, their annual

and disappointment at the thought of not

to strive harder

Sean narrating stories to the child in her belly, when Kevin abruptly barged in and plopped himself onto

Kevin, his features etched with worry, as he

his collar in annoyance, and his voice was devoid of its usual

do," Sean said, then called for the

himself a generous serving and silently consumed them as he methodically drained one shot

he asked, "Has something troubled you? Perhaps a breakup?" Kevin's response was tinged with melancholy as he murmured with a gloomy look, "I've yet to even venture into a relationship, so no, no breakup to speak

"Then, why are you drowning your sorrows in alcohol?" he pressed on,

frustration, Kevin snapped back. "If you're concerned about the cost, I'll gladly reimburse you. But for now, please spare me the

tinged with a hint of annoyance.

on this futile pursuit? Is she the

deeper into the cushions of the couch. His tone carried a hint of frustration, tinged with a touch of arrogance. "After all, he has been

questioned Sean's loyalty. "Are

indifference was noticeable. "Even if I

over confrontation, Kevin drowned his thoughts in his drink and

Sean's argument

an ordinary worker over him

his breath and accepted

at a loss for further

with this," Sean remarked as he rose from his seat to rejoin Abigail's side. "Alternatively, we could head out to the