Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 765

Simond sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her intently. "What's the matter?"

"We don't need to take a ship to return, Simond," Abigail murmured as her hand slowly reached for the syringe concealed at her waist.

It was a tranquilizer given to her by Martin.

"Return to where?" His smile turned sinister as if taunting his prey.

Abigail's face slowly paled. Xavien's words didn't imply that Simond might be in trouble but rather that he might have ulterior motives.

"Why, Simond?" She gripped the syringe tightly.

"Because I'm a bored mercenary and a pirate at that," he replied and laughed loudly. His amusement seemed to stem from the novelty of the situation. "You're quite clever to cooperate with me so well. That's rare in a woman."

Abigail set the syringe down, and her gaze dropped. "And what about Larry?"

Seeing that she complied immediately, Simond was a bit surprised. "Are you not resisting?" he questioned.

"Should I resist against your entire crew?" Abigail smirked self-deprecatingly. "You asked me to trust you and claimed you were trustworthy. It's my foolishness for believing in you, so I have nothing more to say."

Simond lifted her chin. The smirk on his lips gradually faded as his expression turned unusually cold. "Indeed, but women are always naive, especially when they're facing a handsome guy like me, aren't they?"

She stared at him coldly. "You're not as handsome as Sean, that's for sure."

"It doesn't matter. Sean will never find you again, so there's no need to be sad." He let go of her chin, and his mood lifted once more. "This journey has been rather enjoyable. From Eswadia to Perou, this feels like a play, and I've been fully immersed. It makes me very happy."

Abigail tightly held onto her pants, and her eyes slightly reddened.

His game involved Larry's origin and Luna's life and death.

This world was always cruel, to begin with.

Simond noticed that she was about to cry. He shrugged indifferently and said, "I thought you were stronger than this, but it seems you can cry."

"I still don't know if Luna is alive or dead," she said softly.

"Don't fret about that," he replied casually. "Before I left, I made inquiries. If she yields to an older gentleman, she'll live comfortably enough. And this old fella isn't half bad with the ladies, either."

Abigail wished she could slap him across the face. But over the years, she had encountered too many despicable people, such as Vincent Pearson, the people behind the Davidson Family, and now Simond.

Each one made her utterly disgusted.

Simond noticed the hatred in her eyes, but he paid no heed to that. He simply reached out and patted her shoulder. "Rest well."

"Give me Larry," she spoke in a low voice.