Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 673

Abigail shifted her gaze, feeling her scalp tighten instantly as Simond came into view. Despite the vastness of Capitalis, she had always believed it was a city where chance encounters were rare. Therefore, she hadn't paid much attention to Simond's presence in the city.

Sean couldn't help but frown when he heard Simond's familiar tone, but he managed to maintain a smile as he addressed Abigail, "Do you two know each other?"

Before Abigail could respond, Simond, seated beside her, interjected with a smile, "Didn't she tell you? We were quite close in Adral. Oh, and she was there with—"

"Are you finished?" Abigail interrupted him, her patience wearing thin.

Simond turned to Abigail, still smiling. "Ms. Alana, where did that composure go when you were presenting your products on stage? That version of you was the most captivating."

Sean's demeanor shifted. He seized Simond's collar, his gaze transforming into an icy stare. "If you wish to avoid me teaching you a lesson, I suggest you leave immediately!"

After delivering his threat, Sean forcefully pushed Simond away. The smile vanished from Simond's face, replaced by a gaze with pitch-black intensity. "Mr. Graham, before you lay a hand on me, consider carefully whether I am someone you can afford to provoke."

Sean sneered. "The sole heir of the Simpson Family. Are you entangled with shadowy forces overseas, stealthily returning to the homeland to evade pursuers?"

Leaning back in his chair, Sean's expression became more provocative. "It's only because of our homeland's tolerance that anyone returning is protected."

Abigail intervened before Simond could respond. "Please don't disturb us while we're having dinner. Thank you."

Simond raised an eyebrow. He stood up and locked eyes with Abigail. "Disturb? Ms. Alana, what do you mean? I merely came to extend a greeting."

"We're not close. There's no need for greetings," Abigail asserted without looking at him.

"Who can say for sure whether we're acquainted or not?" Simond finished, turning around and leaving with ease.

However, his words left Abigail uncertain about how to explain things to Sean.

"When I was in Adral for personal matters, I ran into him. But I didn't intend to be friends with him or anything," Abigail explained, biting her lip.

She was well aware that one lie would lead to countless more lies to cover up.

Nevertheless, in Luna's current predicament, she found herself unable to disclose anything, even for the sake of Sean's safety. While Sean possessed considerable skills, it was undeniable that the Golden Triangle incident had nearly cost him his life as well.

"I understand. I'm not sure what his purpose was in coming to provoke us, but I trust you. If you really have something to tell me, I believe you would tell me without reservation because that's the kind of person I know you to be," Sean reassured Abigail, not wanting to delve deeper.

Upon hearing his words, Abigail felt not only touched but also guilty.

"Sean..." She opened her mouth, wanting to tell him about Luna's situation.

"You just got back. Let's enjoy our dinner first. I won't pay much attention to what he said," Sean reassured Abigail.

But she was being protected by everyone, without a scratch. Is it truly impossible for me to resist the power wielded by Vincent?