Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 879

At noon, Abigail arranged to meet with the group in the cafeteria.

Upon leaving the office, Garrett hurried over and discreetly informed her, "The CEO of Star Entertainment is eager to meet you and is currently waiting downstairs."

Callen's family-owned Star Entertainment.

"Alright." Abigail recognized the necessity of engaging in entertainment projects until her ongoing endeavors were secure before addressing the matter involving Callen.

A middle-aged man in a suit downstairs intercepted Abigail. "Miss Alana, I have been informed extensively about you."

Abigail gazed at him. "Are you the CEO of Star Entertainment?"

"Yes, I'm Max Hinton, Callen's father," Max introduced himself.

Abigail scrutinized him with a subtle smile. "Did your wife extend the invitation for our meeting today?"

"The bodyguard is somewhat unruly, unaccustomed to constraints, and inclined towards arrogance," Max responded in a good-humored manner.

"The notion that dogs mirror their owners has been a common belief, yet the Hinton Family has exemplified this phenomenon to me." Abigail engaged in teasing behavior.

Max smiled without uttering a word.

Abigail arrived at a Western-style restaurant in a courtyard, accompanied by Max. The restaurant exuded an elegant yet upscale ambiance.

Max guided her into the premises.

A woman of middle age, dressed in a purple velvet gown, was seated at a circular table, clutching a feathered fan, exuding a pronounced Western aura.

Abigail was impressed by the woman's graceful embodiment of the 'Western flavor.'

With the woman's phoenix-like eyes focused on Abigail, she gently moved the feathered fan and spoke artificially. "Ms. Quinn, you possess a strong attitude. I extend an invitation for a meeting. If you are not inclined to attend, that is acceptable. However, please refrain from provoking my bodyguard."

Abigail maintained her position, gazing down at her. "Do we have a prior acquaintance? Must I attend simply because I received an invitation from you?"

The woman set aside her fan and forcefully struck the table. "Your father ought to demonstrate a certain respect towards me. Who do you think you are, displaying a tough demeanor in my presence!"

"If you prefer not to be slapped, please communicate respectfully. My father's display of respect towards you is his concern, not mine," Abigail said coldly, her gaze turned sharp.