Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 565

Chapter 565 They Are Annoying

Sean reluctantly acknowledged that Abigail’s temper had become quite foul. “She probably used to pretend to be gentle,” he thought to himself as he hopped into his car and sent her a text message. I didn’t do anything. Why are you mad at me?’

Unfortunately, he received no reply to his text. So, he sent another one. Abigail, can’t we get along?”

Still, there was no response. Eventually, he had no choice but to set his phone aside, sighing quietly. He then texted Xavien, ‘Find out where Abigail is.

Meanwhile, Abigail was in a lounge with Howard. As she had consumed a few drinks, she appeared somewhat melancholic. “Don’t you have other friends? Why did you ask me out for dinner and drinks?” Howard felt quite flattered. After all, compared to Abigail’s current status, he was just the CEO of Fairy Meadow and didn’t feel worthy enough to dine with her.

“You’re right, I don’t have any other friends,” she replied. Ever since she had immersed herself in her work. she hadn’t had any free time to make so-called friends. As a result, Howard had become the person she was closest to.

When Howard noticed her gloomy expression, he opened a can of beer for her. “Well, we aren’t really friends. Don’t drink too much. The last thing he wanted was to have to take her home.

She glanced at him. “What a failure I am. I don’t even have a friend.”

“Is Luna no longer your friend now that she has a boyfriend?” he teased.

She silently took a sip of beer and answered, “She’s already planning to get married. What about you?”

He wasn’t in a rush when it came to marriage. So, he leaned back in his chair and smiled contentedly. “I’m putting all my efforts into building my career

with you. Once I reach the next level, I’ll consider marriage.” Abigail couldn’t help but take another look at him. He simply grinned at her and said, “You have no idea. what it’s like in Capitalis, but you don’t need to. Even if you’re not part of that circle, everyone will try to get on your good side.”

In the design industry, Abigail held a rather high position. Regular celebrities and socialites would feel extremely proud whenever they invited her to design a dress for them.

“Indeed, I have no idea because I’m an artist,” she replied with a calm smile.

“It’s good that you’re unaware. Artists are more innocent, unlike me. I still want to climb the career ladder,” Howard said, taking a sip of his tea.

While they were casually chatting. Sean had quietly arrived and was standing not far away, observing Abigail as she spoke with Howard. He then slipped into a seat and continued to watch them from a distance.

As Abigail was nearly finished with her drinks and food, she asked, “How’s your relationship with your parents?”

“It’s alright, I guess,” he answered. “Why are you asking?”

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