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 walked past

being near Xavier would make her feel

guys would make her feel sick, but not Xavier. He had a distinct smell that perfectly matched his

there, staring at his back until he

had sat earlier and

and

on the bench for

Lagune Mansion, maids like Abigail would have to share a room with another maid,

her face, her roommate could not help but ask, “I thought you said you were going after a thief? Why do you

didn’t find any money, but I found a treasure.” Abigail presented the lighter as

it. Her eyes lit up. “This is truly a work of art! I think it’s branded, so it must be quite valuable. But you should

Abigail responded with a

make sure you return the lighter to the owner,

again. By the

Give me

rich people will always get tired of their partners eventually,” Abigail said as she carefully kept away the lighter. “Mr. Fairchild might be putting up a front and

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

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

“Who?”

in the mansion are off, but he came

came to her senses. “So the light we saw from the window

said, chuckling. “Can I borrow that branded makeup product of yours? I want to look good when I see him. Do you think I should

know what you’re doing? Even if something happens between Mr. and

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