Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 8

"How much does this car cost?" Luna stared at the supercar, which got caught under the back of her Volkswagen, through the rearview mirror and asked wryly, "Are both our net worths enough to pay for the damages?"

Abigail blinked and teased, "It wasn't on purpose? I thought you hit the car because you were mad at the driver for stealing your parking space."

"I panicked, but I certainly was no fool!" Luna's facial expression twisted in pain at the thought of the amount of compensation she would have to pay.

Abigail leaned over to help her put the gearbox in parking mode and pulled the handbrake before opening the door and getting out of the car. "I'll check it out."

At the same time, the owner of the supercar stepped out too. It was a handsome man with a height of 6'2" feet. He was wearing a pair of oversized black sunglasses, which covered half of his face and only revealed his attractive nose as well as overly rosy lips. Once he saw Abigail step out of the Volkswagen, he momentarily stopped chewing the gum in his mouth and smiled. "Miss Slim Waist, have we met before? Why do I feel you look awfully familiar?"

Likewise, Abigail thought he looked familiar too. Therefore, she approached him and took a closer look. Then, she immediately realized that the man was none other than Kevin Stewart, Sean's closest and best friend, who grew up with him. However, she merely met him once, which was two years ago. At that time, Sean was drunk. So, she had to ferry his wasted *ss home and consequently greeted Kevin in the process.

Abigail's eyes wandered back and forth between the disastrous state of the head of Kevin's supercar and his face. Then, she curled her lips into a smile and tentatively called out, "Kevin?"

Kevin was taken aback. So, he raised his hand, pushed his black sunglasses up, and squinted his fox eyes as he looked at her. "Miss Slim Waist, have we indeed met before?"

"I'm Abigail Quinn."

Kevin thought about it for a few seconds before recalling who Abigail was. Then, he reflexively straightened and greeted, "Abigail…"

She didn't bother wasting her breath explaining her newly single status as she glanced at the head of Kevin's supercar and said, "About your car…"

Kevin clapped his hands and continued, "It's my fault! I was in a hurry for a meet-up, so I thought of racing for a parking space. It's nothing serious. I'll just claim the car insurance later."

"I will decide what to do when that happens. Right now, all we need is to make sure we are safe through the afternoon." Abigail looked wholly indifferent. "If we are forced to spend three hours negotiating with him, not only would we have to pay the damages, but we would also lose a business deal." Moreover, Kevin is super close with Sean. He won't fuss about such a trivial amount of money.