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.

heart skipped a beat when he walked

thought being near Xavier would

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

staring at his

sat on the seat where Xavier had sat earlier

picked up the lighter and looked at it

on the bench for some time before returning

Abigail would have to share a room with another maid, and her roommate was someone a

said you were going after a thief? Why do you look so

but I found a treasure.” Abigail presented the lighter as if it was a

art! I think it’s branded, so it must be quite valuable. But you should locate the

who lost it,” Abigail responded with a smug look on her

the lighter to the

him again. By the way, do

it? We talk so much every day. Give me

as she carefully kept away the lighter. “Mr. Fairchild might be putting up a front and acting supportive now that Mrs. Fairchild is blind,

frowned deeply. “Not again. I remember telling you to focus on your job here

Abigail raised her chin. “Guess

“Who?”

he came out alone to smoke in the backyard. He smoked more than

from the window of our

“Can I borrow that branded makeup product of yours? I want to look good when I see him.

her roommate speechless. “Are you crazy? Do you know what you’re doing? Even if something happens between Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, it is

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