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."

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

the designers who remained with the company

Capitalis, how many locals

traffic surged, their annual incomes soared into

acquiesced while feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at the thought

she still had to strive

belly, when Kevin abruptly barged in and plopped

over at Kevin, his features etched with worry, as he asked while holding a

devoid of its usual vigor as he

called for the nanny to fetch him some

himself a generous serving and silently consumed them as he

"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

regarded Kevin. "Then, why are you drowning your sorrows in

of frustration, Kevin snapped back. "If you're concerned about the cost, I'll gladly reimburse you. But for now, please spare me the lecture and let me drown my sorrows in

with a hint of annoyance.

mix of concern and exasperation. "Why insist on this futile pursuit? Is she the only one who

her over leaves him unsettled," Sean remarked as he sunk deeper into the cushions of the couch. His tone carried a hint of frustration, tinged with a touch of

boiled over as he questioned Sean's loyalty. "Are you even

his indifference was noticeable. "Even

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

Sean's argument

worker over him struck a chord of resignation

be," he muttered under his breath and

at a

own with this," Sean remarked as he rose from his seat to rejoin Abigail's

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