Chapter 382
Indeed, he remembered her father, Walter Shasnow.

Walter was his longest-serving driver, and his death was not an accident.

At the time, when Xavier was leaving the Fairchild residence with Winnie, they were hit by a car arranged by Zyon.

Neither he nor Winnie suffered any severe injuries, but the driver in front sustained serious wounds.

Walter was almost at death’s door when he was rushed to the hospital. The emergency rescue efforts were in vain, as he succumbed to his injuries and passed away in his forties.

Xavier recalled how he had offered a million to the driver’s family and even supported his daughter’s college education. The young woman standing before him, Abigail, was the very same girl who had benefited from his sponsorship.

The Shasnow family might have received a million from him, but the money could never bring Walter to life again.

That was why Xavier still felt guilty about Walter and his family.

He glanced at Abigail and asked, “Why did you come here to work? Is it because you don’t have enough money?”

“No.” Abigail quickly shook her head. “I have enough money, but I’ve grown up and am now an adult, and it’s time for me to work and make ends meet with my own strength. I asked the butler to arrange a job for me. He even praised me for being diligent, Mr. Fairchild.”

Xavier merely hummed in response, as he was not interested in her life story. “You can go now. It’s getting late.”

“Okay. You too, Mr. Fairchild.”

Xavier said nothing after that. He turned around and walked back the way he came.

beat when he

near Xavier would make her

not Xavier. He had a distinct smell that perfectly matched his voice, his towering physique, and

staring at his back

sat on the seat where Xavier had sat earlier and discovered the lighter he had accidentally

up the lighter and looked at

for some time before returning to her

a room with another maid, and her roommate was someone a few years

roommate could not help but ask, “I thought you said

didn’t find any money, but I found a treasure.” Abigail presented the lighter as if it was a treasure to her roommate. “Look,

a work of art! I think it’s branded, so it must be quite valuable. But you should locate the owner and return

who lost it,” Abigail responded with a smug

you return the lighter to

him again. By the way, do you

it? We talk so much every day. Give me a hint about which one you’re

partners eventually,” Abigail said as she carefully kept away the lighter. “Mr. Fairchild might be putting up a front and

deeply. “Not again. I remember telling you to focus on

talking nonsense!” Abigail raised her chin. “Guess who I bumped

“Who?”

and all the lights in the mansion are off, but he came out alone to smoke in the backyard. He smoked

roommate came to her senses. “So the light we saw from the window of our room was Mr. Fairchild’s cigarette? And this lighter

he accidentally dropped it on the bench, and I picked it up. I’ll find a chance to return it to him,” Abigail said, chuckling. “Can I borrow that branded makeup product of yours?

Even if something happens between Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, it is not your

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