Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 844 The Noble Savior

Abigail let out a sigh of regret. I shouldn't have posted that Instagram update.

"Could Fairy Meadow have coped with the decline in sales if I hadn't updated my Instagram?" she asked helplessly.

Garrett was rather straightforward. "Indeed, since fans would assume you were busy. But now that you have drafted that killer whale hat design, that's just telling your fans that you're free. They will question why you can't take some time to work on your designs."

Upon hearing that, Abigail scratched her head.

Is it too late to delete my Instagram post and claim it got hacked now?

"I'll find the time to sketch one." Abigail gave in, knowing well that her fans were the ones who paid her bills.

"I am touched, indeed. The missing person has finally found her way back to her Instagram and is treating her fans with remarkable designs." Garrett feigned emotion.

"Fine, fine. I need to get back to work. I won't chat with you anymore." Abigail felt that he would demand further if the conversation continued.

"Okay." Garrett's mission was accomplished.

Given Abigail's situation, he was grateful enough to have obtained a design sketched by her.

Abigail hung up the phone. Her head ached a little as she tried to decide what design to offer her fans.

…

At night, Jonell's car drove down Arch Street. Before long, the bodyguard, who sat beside him, suddenly exclaimed, "Someone is tailing us!"

Upon hearing that, Jonell frowned and turned to look behind. "How many cars?"

"They've got us surrounded!" the driver said in panic.

Jonell's face instantly darkened. No one has dared to take action against me after all this time in New Yoke.

At this moment, he could think of a few suspects. Now that Sean has gotten into an accident, his subordinate, Xavien, decides to take action?! And Abigail. Could it be that she can no longer remain calm for Luna's sake?

"Speed up!" Jonell commanded sternly.

With that, the driver abruptly hit the gas pedal.

The car bolted like it had lost control.

Dozens of cars showcased a high-speed chase on Arch Street.

Jonell's car was hit multiple times and nearly flipped over.

He, who sat in the car, was in a flustered state. Even if I call for help now, the reinforcements can't arrive in time!

Even though the driver tried his best, he couldn't avoid another collision.

Jonell's car was hit with a loud crash, resulting in a dent. Then, it spun and crashed into a nearby building.

Dozens of cars surrounded his car. Since Jonell's bodyguard shielded him when the accident happened, he escaped major injuries. Still, the collision made his head swim. It took him a moment to regain his senses.

While grabbing onto the car door, he peered outside.

Abigail stepped out from one of the cars. Her silhouette elongated by the streetlight as she gradually approached Jonell's vehicle.

Upon seeing her figure, Jonell gritted his teeth in anger. As expected, it is Abigail!

Seemingly to have sensed Jonell's gaze, she slowly drew a handgun from her waist and aimed it at the car window.

Jonell instinctively ducked.

Sweating profusely, he first heard a gunshot getting fired outside.

Then, Jonell heard nothing but the continuous firing of gunshots outside, which made him wonder if his reinforcements had arrived.

After a while, Abigail left with her associates.

Even so, Jonell remained hidden in the car for a long time. He only cautiously raised his head when he heard a knock on the window.

"Hello? Are there any survivors?" An unfamiliar voice sounded from outside.

Since Jonell was injured and couldn't stay in the car much longer, he eventually responded after pondering momentarily. "Yes…"

He vigilantly rolled down the window a little.

Upon seeing that it was a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes, Jonell abruptly breathed a sigh of relief.

He rolled down the window further and flashed the man a friendly expression, requesting, "Sir, I have just encountered a group of assailants. My bodyguard and driver are both injured and unconscious. My car is damaged as well. Could you please take us to the hospital?"

The man with blonde hair and blue eyes was incredibly handsome. He exuded an aura of nobility, which made him resemble an upper-class figure in New Yoke.

"Of course," the man said as he extended his hand toward him.

After helping him out of the car, the man couldn't help but let out a few coughs. "I'm sorry. I'm not in the best of health."

"I should be the one apologizing." Jonell feigned friendliness.

"I'm Carl. You seem to be an Eswadian. You may not be familiar with Ansela, so it's best to avoid going out at night. Otherwise, you'll easily become the target for criminals," Carl said sincerely.

Jonell, who was being led forward with Carl's help, sized Carl up from the corner of his eye.

Carl looks young, but his attire and demeanor are exceptional. He should be someone from a wealthy background.

"I am indeed an Eswadian. I'm residing in Baridge. I was rushing home after working late at night, so I didn't pay much attention," Jonell explained.

In reality, he had lived here for many years without encountering such an incident. None of this would have occurred if it hadn't been for Abigail proactively attacking him.

Carl nodded in response and stopped asking further questions.

It was only then that Jonell noticed several cars following behind him. The occupants all stepped out. When he saw them resembling a team of bodyguards and that each was armed, Jonell couldn't help but remark, "Mr. Carl, your status is quite remarkable." Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's truly nothing special. My parents were concerned about me being out so late, so they requested I bring along some bodyguards." Carl sounded casual, devoid of any hint of boasting when he spoke these words.

Jonell smiled.

After entering the car, Jonell thought twice. Eventually, he decided to save Carl's contact details.

When they almost arrived at the hospital, he couldn't resist asking Carl, "Where do you live?"

"I live in Meander Bay City," Carl answered.

Meander Bay City is ideally situated, and it's easy to get to Manhattan. Furthermore, most of its residents are affluent.

Jonell now had a basic grasp of Carl's background.