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.

skipped a beat when he walked

Xavier would make her feel

tobacco smell on other guys would make her feel sick, but not Xavier. He had a

there, staring at his

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

lighter and looked at it

on the bench for some time before

Abigail would have to share a room with another maid,

on her face, her roommate could not help 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

lighter from Abigail’s hand and studied 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 locate the owner and

lost it,” Abigail responded with

return the lighter to

really look forward to seeing him again. By the way, do you

was it? We talk so much every day. Give me a hint about

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

remember telling you to focus on your job here and

her chin. “Guess who I

“Who?”

the mansion are off, but he came out alone to smoke in the backyard. He smoked more than half a

the light we saw from the window of our room was Mr. Fairchild’s cigarette?

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 when I see him. Do you think I should wear pumpkin-colored lipstick,

doing? Even if something happens between Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, it is

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