Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 835

Abigail evaded Sage's kick by rolling on the ground.

After grappling for several minutes, Sage managed to pin Abigail down. Applying pressure to her neck, Sage forced Abigail's face into the dusty ground. "Will you surrender now?!"

Despite the pressure, Abigail stayed silent, displaying her refusal to give up.

"Enough." Simond couldn't bear to watch Abigail covered in dust.

Sage released her while warning, "Say one more word, and I'll make sure you lose your voice!"

With Abigail subdued, Sage basked in the pride of her victory.

Abigail remained silent, opting instead to stand up and brush off the dust. Simond observed her with curiosity in his eyes, but she met his gaze with composed indifference, showing no hint of guilt in her demeanor.

When Sage took a break, Abigail ascended a nearby container and coolly assessed her combat capabilities.

While Sage was inferior to her, Simond posed a formidable challenge. If they were to board the ship, how could she shake off these two? That was the issue.

A week later, they arrived at sea. The ship steered slowly toward the waters of Southern East.

Examining the nautical chart, Simond knitted his brows while Sage attempted to establish contact with Sean's associates.

"Any luck reaching them?" Simond inquired, his impatience evident.

Abigail listened silently, her expression serene and unchanged.

Sage, frustrated by the lack of response from Sean's associates, turned off the communication device. "No luck," she admitted with a frown.

After saying that, she glanced at Abigail. Noticing that the latter had no change in expression, she then shifted her gaze to Simond.

"How do we proceed if we can't reach him?" Simond's tone was tinged with impatience.

Sage harbored suspicions but refrained from voicing them out as she was afraid of provoking Abigail and jeopardizing their safety if she went berserk.

Abigail distanced herself from the group, finding solace by the ship's side as she gazed out at the vast expanse of the sea, a wave of sadness overwhelming her.

It had been close to five months since she last saw Sean, and she had no idea how he was doing now.

As Sage and Simond grew increasingly anxious, they finally managed to establish contact with Sean.

"We've been trying to reach you all day. Where are you now?" Sage cut to the chase, fearing they might lose contact again soon.

Abigail leaned in, staring nervously at the communication device.

Abigail's nose tingled. It isn't Sean... Could he really be in trouble?