Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean)

Abigail figured they weren't in the right position to meddle in others' affairs.

"We may give our advice, yet if they choose not to heed it, then so it shall be. Their fate lies in their own hands," Luna expressed softly.

Every romantic tale encountered its twists and turns.

Throughout the ages, it had often been either the bride's parents or the groom's who dissented a couple's relationship. Smooth marriages were rare occurrences.

"His father has a hot temper," Dana fretted.

After eventually soothing Dana and sending her away, Luna sighed in resignation. "Irene has encountered countless obstacles. She believed she had found someone with similar living conditions to her, but she failed to realize a man who owned a car and a house couldn't be just moderate."

Moreover, there were many in Capitalis who carried prejudice toward immigrants.

"It's really hard for the local families in Capitalis to accept her conditions," Abigail murmured softly.

Luna let out a weary sigh and remained silent.

As the workday neared its end, Leon finally turned up.

"Miss Smith." He stood by the office entrance, looking visibly restrained and nervous.

Abigail peered over her computer screen. "You're back."

"Um..." Leon seemed somewhat embarrassed.

"You haven't been working on the team's design. Where were you?" Luna asked with a stern expression.

Leon nervously chewed his lip before asking, "Did my mother stop by? Did she cause a commotion?"

"What could she possibly do? Do you think our company is just for show? We can handle anyone," Luna replied icily.

"I'll manage my parents to avoid any trouble for the company!" Leon declared before departing.

Abigail looked at Luna. "Should we let Irene know?"

"Isn't she incredibly busy these days? I've tried calling her multiple times, but she hasn't answered any of my calls. She only responds to texts." Luna wanted to speak with Irene, but she was way too occupied with her own affairs.

"Let me try calling her." Abigail retrieved her phone.

When she tried calling Irene, there was no answer either.

In the evening, Irene returned to the hotel from the film set and checked her phone, only to see a missed call from Abigail.

It was almost 10 p.m. by now, so she decided to text Abigail.

'I just got out from the set. I had so much work to do, so I hardly had time to check my phone. Sorry about that.'

It only took a few minutes for Abigail to reply to her. 'Don't worry about it. Take good care of yourself and get some rest.'

Irene breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting down her phone, she ordered takeout and hurried to take a shower.

She was cautious even in the hotel, wearing her clothes properly after her shower.

She then replied to Leon's texts while waiting for her takeout.

'Anyway, I've been preoccupied with work lately, so just focus on your affairs. You don't have to pick me up from the set every day.'

Leon had texted her earlier in the day, saying he wouldn't be able to come to the set for the next few days.

In truth, she didn't really want him to come and pick her up every day.

She was capable of living independently. She also didn't want to occupy his time and drain his energy.

Leon didn't reply to her message.

The takeout arrived soon after, and Irene hurried to open the door.

But as soon as she opened it, the delivery man forcefully pushed it open further, and behind him were several men.

A group of people rushed into the room, and the door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Irene's mouth was covered by the delivery guy, her struggles futile as she stared fearfully at the middle-aged man emerging from behind the bodyguards.

With a menacing look on his face and a sturdy build, the man bore a striking resemblance to Leon in his features. Hence, Irene realized instantly who he was: Zeke Yancey, Leon's father.

"You should understand why I'm treating you this way." Zeke approached Irene slowly, his voice chilling.

Irene gazed at him and calmed down.

Zeke made one of his subordinates loosen their grip on her, and with a solemn look, he demanded, "Break up with Leon, unless you want to be taken away to somewhere nobody would find out. I'm warning you that I'm no good man, and I have my ways to treat a woman in the most merciless way." Content Belongs to FindNovel.net

"Why don't you bring Leon-"

"Shut up. I've tied Leon up at home. How do you expect him to come? I acknowledge your persistence. Achieving success in Capitalis with your background is remarkable, but you can't deny your humble origins." There was no way Zeke would accept her.

Even if Leon were worse off, he should still marry a girl from Capitalis instead of someone Irene pressed her lips together and responded, "I had no idea about his family background."

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She only realized the fact that Zeke was his father when she answered Leon's phone one time. Back then, she merely though he was Leon's brother or something.

"Now that you're aware, can you break things off with him?" Zeke coldly issued a threat.

"You're being unfair to us. Even if I

were to end things, it should be

because of a breakdown in our relationship. I cannot comply with your request to treat him unfairly." Irene attempted to reason with him.

Zeke stared at her silently, sending chills down her spine.

"You can't do it, huh?" Zeke inched forward.

Irene attempted to run, but another man was holding her in place.

A heavy slap landed on her face, making her cheek numb and her teeth loose.

"How about now?" Zeke questioned icily.

Sending a determined glare at him, Irene stated defiantly, "I won't do it even though you slapped me."