Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 728

Money was often considered the root of all evil, and people would go to great lengths for it.

They were under close surveillance, and suddenly, the website started experiencing issues. Was it merely a coincidence that they were being targeted?

"Whether it's a coincidence or not, it doesn't matter. You can continue investigating the issues with the website, but if you can't find anything, we need to shift from a passive to an active approach." Sean looked at Xavien, his gaze particularly cold.

Xavien nodded. "What should we do, then?"

Sean motioned for him to come closer. If someone dared to play dirty right under his nose, he wanted to see who would come out on top!

After Sean finished speaking, Xavien immediately took care of it, and Sean leaned back in his chair, his gaze returning to his phone. Are the ten months of the competition going smoothly?

Abigail's sudden change in behavior—coming back to him and being so proactive—now seemed strange when he thought about it.

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After finishing her late-night snack, Abigail saved some for Martin and took another portion to Andrew. As Andrew had told her that she could enter his room by knocking on the door, she entered his room with the snack. Just as she placed it down, she turned around and saw him coming out of the bathroom with almost nothing on.

Her eyes widened for a moment, and she quickly moved toward the door. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were taking a shower this late."

Martin would stay up late every day conducting experiments, and she understood that, but why was Andrew showering so late?

"Oh, it's nothing," Andrew said casually. He pushed his wheelchair to the wardrobe and randomly grabbed a towel to wrap around himself. "Don't leave just yet."

Abigail was already at the door, but upon hearing his words, she paused. Now, she was more like a nanny and part-time chef for the Colleen Family.

"What did you make?" Andrew pushed his wheelchair to the table and glanced at the pasta on it.

"It's some simple pasta," Abigail replied. She didn't want to make complicated food so late and have to wash a pile of dishes, which would be tiring.

"Don't make this tomorrow night. I don't like pasta. My father used to be busy and always made pasta, which made me want to vomit," Andrew said slowly as he pushed his wheelchair closer to her, and she quickly moved aside.

"Help me dry my hair," he said as he left the room, leaving behind those words.

Abigail thought to herself, So, he kept me here to boss me around! Picking out a towel, she then followed him to the living room.

Andrew grabbed some snacks and started munching on them while watching a drama.