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.

a beat

near Xavier would make her

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

stood there, staring at his back until he

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

picked up the lighter and looked

for

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

but ask, “I thought you said you were going after a thief? Why do you look so

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

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

lost it,” Abigail responded with a smug

sure you return the lighter to

look forward to seeing him again. By the way, do you remember what I told you last time?” Abigail

We talk so much every day. Give me a

“Mr. Fairchild might be putting up a front and

“Not again. I remember telling you

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

“Who?”

the mansion are off, but he came out alone to smoke in the backyard.

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

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? I want to look good

doing? Even if something happens between Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, it is not your place to

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