My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 438

“I don’t think that’s what you said last time,” Shannon said coldly. “Now that Megan has fallen, you’ve come to bootlick our boss? What are you trying to do?”

“I was blind last time. I have to listen to Megan’s orders since I work under her. Actually, I... I have always liked you, Ms. X,” Abigail hurriedly explained. “I hope that Ms. X won’t take offense.”

Ashlyn stopped in her tracks and shot Abigail a piercing glare. “What kind of person are you?”

Under Ashlyn’s intense stare, beads of cold sweat unknowingly started to form on Abigail’s forehead. “I... I...”

Why didn’t I notice how scary X can be in the past?

“Aren’t you a petty person! A person who is easily swayed and just goes with the flow. You’ll do anything to please anyone in power. A lapdog like you will definitely die within 3 episodes in a palace drama, being nothing more than cannon fodder,” Shannon jeered as she continually hurled insults at Abigail. She finally managed to release her pent-up anger.

Ashlyn could care less about a person like Abigail; she came to her so quickly only because she was afraid that Ashlyn would take revenge on her.

She looked at Abigail expressionlessly and said, “Go on in, don’t make the major stockholder wait.”

Abigail could only follow them in gloomily.

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The rest area in the lobby was quite packed.

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