Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 10

Unfortunately, sleep had caught up with Abigail, so she did not hear a thing that came out of Luna's lips.

When she woke up, she realized that Luna hadn't parked the car at the studio and had parked it at a new residential area instead. So, there was a confused look on her face as she stared at Luna playing on her cell phone, asking, "Is there a customer?"

When Luna saw that she was awake, she jingled the keys in her hands. "Yep, I'm bringing you to experience life!"

After Abigail got out of the car, she realized that there was no customer at all. Instead, Luna had secretly bought a cozy three-bedroom apartment that was sufficient for her to live alone.

Then, she said in concern, "Living at the studio is not a long-term solution. You can't sleep well and it's not safe, either. This apartment is close to the studio, and since you're in the midst of settling your divorce, I'm worried that the jerk will take your property. So, I've bought this place under my name for now, but it will be yours once you've regained your freedom."

Abigail clutched the keys in her hands and was at a loss for words.

Luna waved her hand nonchalantly. "Hey, you earned this. You've always refused to accept bonuses from the company, so take it as me returning all the bonuses you rightfully deserve. I'm pinning my hopes on your designs to take me to greater heights!"

Abigail stopped being modest after Luna's words and accepted the keys willingly.

The next morning, she was woken up by a phone call, and when she checked her phone, she was surprised to find thirty-three missed calls.

Thirty-two of them were from Luna while the other one was from Sean.

So, she immediately called Luna and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to remind you to take a break. I was worried that the designs couldn't make the deadline, but some customers claimed that the dresses did not meet their requirements and insisted on canceling their orders at the cost of forfeiting their deposits. Now, all the finished designs are hanging in the store and our efforts in the past days have been in vain."

A frown appeared on Abigail's face. "The dresses don't fit their requirements?"

It seemed that he decided to destroy her studio without any regard for the livelihood of her legal wife just because he couldn't get Alana's designs. What a sc*mbag! With a stroke of determination, she tapped on 'Unfollow' and turned off the screen of her phone in frustration.