Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 843 Work Must Go On

Xavien's forehead was beaded with sweat as he said, "I have alerted the bodyguards. They will be here to rescue us soon!"

Upon hearing that, Abigail hummed in response.

Jonell must be the one who had placed this group of men here.

He has become even more roguish now that Sean is gone.

Xavien persisted for over ten minutes. Finally, the team of bodyguards arrived and surrounded the five cars. At once, gunshots erupted.

"Stay in the car. Just let the bodyguards handle the situation." Xavien stepped on the gas pedal.

"Okay." Abigail knew Xavien would be held accountable by Sean if something happened to her.

Upon arriving at the hotel, a group of individuals immediately surrounded Abigail and Xavien.

"Ms. Quinn, can you manage?" Xavien inquired Abigail, who stood beside him.

Abigail removed her jacket and revealed a snug T-shirt underneath.

"Of course."

Despite saying so, she didn't immediately take action since engaging in a shootout outside the hotel was unwise. After all, it would attract the attention of the state police and lead to lengthy explanations.

Moreover, the group of individuals approaching them were tall and muscular. Not to mention, each held a baseball bat.

Once the timing was right, Abigail tossed the piece of clothing that she was clutching in her hand and immediately grabbed one of the individuals' baseball bats. She passed it to Xavien before kicking away the man who had attacked her.

Her movements bore no mercy, and she was remarkably skilled.

Meanwhile, Xavien watched in admiration.

She seems to have grown even more formidable since our last encounter.

Within minutes, she had effortlessly subdued six burly men.

Xavien, on the other hand, merely knocked out three. As he watched the men wail in agony on the ground, he arched his eyebrow and remarked breezily, "Ms. Quinn, your skills have improved recently."

"Every day during the months of getting kidnapped, I had fought with Simond and his sister, Sage. In fact, Sage can no longer defeat me." Abigail chuckled. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

At that time, she figured that focusing on improving her fighting skills would come in handy for her escape.

However, she didn't manage to apply them.

Xavien leaned the baseball bat against the ground and sighed. "Mr. Graham probably won't stand a chance in a dispute with you in the future, will he?"

"Oh, please. Can't you wish something good for our relationship?" Abigail put her jacket back on after saying that.

Abigail and Xavien had been investigating Jonell in New Yoke for several days. Indeed, they had uncovered some leads.

"Six months ago, a group of individuals at his estate headed to the winery's vineyard for grape harvesting. I suspect Luna was among them." Xavien handed the information to Abigail.

Abigail furrowed her brows and scanned through the information. "Have you checked the winery?" she inquired, looking solemn.

"Previously, I wasn't aware he had a winery," Xavien replied. Luna could have been relocated multiple times within these six months.

Both fell into silence.

Abigail set down the information file and sighed. "It will be extremely challenging to trace the staff mobility at this winery."

"We must investigate even if it poses difficulties. We can't uncover any leads if we don't delve into it." Xavien had gotten used to scrutinizing trivial details such as these.

Abigail glanced at him. "No wonder you can work for him so long."

"Indeed. Mr. Graham won't even consider hiring me if I don't possess some special skills." Xavien chuckled. Then, he promptly instructed his team on the investigating task.

He provided guidance while his team diligently delved deeper.

"By the way, is Sean's money secure?" Abigail was slightly concerned.

With news of Sean's disappearance at sea circulating, many will be itching for action.

"The app Andrew developed is highly secured. It won't get hacked anytime soon." Xavien expressed his confidence in Andrew.

In the following days, Abigail didn't run into Jonell again.

With nothing else to occupy her time, she shared a children's hat design featuring killer whale elements on her Instagram.

Since Alana had been inactive on Instagram for quite some time, her Instagram update instantly enlivened her followers.

'Wow! This hat is so cute! It looks like it's meant for babies. Can't we adults have one, too?!'

'Oh my gosh! It's a killer whale! I love killer whales, but this hat is too small for me to wear. I urge for an adult version of this hat!'

'Somehow, I can't shake off the feeling that this hat holds some implications. Could it be a hint that Alana and Sean are getting married?'

'Yo, what's up with the comment above? Missing out on the recent trending stories?'

Just like that, the comments poured in enthusiastically. However, there were fewer mentions of Sean's name after the fourth comment.

Abigail smirked upon seeing everyone still being as lively.

Indeed, she had designed the killer whale hat for her and Sean's future child. While others had hats with a tiger head design, she had opted for a more innovative killer-whales-inspired design.

As soon as she logged off Instagram, Garrett called.

"I saw the photo on Instagram. It's pretty adorable. What's the story behind it?" Garrett remained skeptical about the news of Sean plunging into the ocean.

"What do you mean?" Abigail acted dumb.

"I'm curious about the hat. Is it a tribute? Or is it some form of preparation to welcome your child?" Garrett was as curious as a cat.

"Mind your own business. You're not purely calling me to talk about this, right? So, what do you want?" Little did Garrett know, Abigail was reprimanding him inwardly. Why is he being such a busybody and prying for information? He should just focus on his work.

"I thought you'd neglected your duty as a designer. It's been nearly two years since we last released your works at Fairy Meadow. The orders have dwindled. We would have ceased operation if we didn't hold out hope for a masterpiece from you." Garrett expressed his frustration.

At once, Abigail grasped his point.

He wants me to get back to work.

"I still have other priorities at the moment. That hat design was just a quick sketch." Abigail struggled to come up with new designs.

"Miss Quinn, please take time out of your busy schedule to brainstorm. Fairy Meadow is on its last legs," Garrett said with a hint of desperation.

L.Moon's staff can still design costumes for movie production crews, but Fairy Meadow faces declining orders to the point that our employees will potentially lose their jobs.

Fans are only interested in Abigail's designs. They don't acknowledge the work of other designers.

Because of this, the clothing created by other designers at Fairy Meadow is experiencing dismal sales.