Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 908

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."

company are more financially secure than you might think. How many of them haven't earned millions? Your 150 thousand bonus might not impress them

company were locals, hailing from backgrounds far from

many locals hailed from humble

their annual incomes soared

feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at the thought of not having

still had to strive harder

her belly, when Kevin abruptly barged in and

over at Kevin, his features etched with worry, as

was devoid of its usual vigor as he replied,

called for the nanny to fetch

generous serving and silently consumed them as he methodically

of contemplative silence, he asked, "Has something troubled you? Perhaps a breakup?" Kevin's response was tinged with melancholy as he murmured

Sean's eyes as he regarded Kevin. "Then, why are you drowning your

reimburse you. But for now, please spare me the lecture and let me drown my sorrows in

response came swift and curt, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "What

mix of concern and exasperation. "Why insist on this futile pursuit? Is she the only one who captures your interest? Must you tether yourself to this one tree and ignore

sunk deeper into the cushions of the couch. His tone carried a hint of frustration, tinged with a touch of

Sean's

accusation, and his indifference was noticeable. "Even if I were to advocate for

over confrontation, Kevin drowned his thoughts in his drink and silently conceded to the logic of

Sean's argument

for an ordinary worker over him struck a

muttered under his breath and accepted the inevitability of her

himself at a

seat to rejoin

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