Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 882

They really think L.Moon is easy to bully, huh? she mused.

When it came to dealing with the drama crew, she had plenty of tricks up her sleeve to make them regret it!

Even if Sean couldn't lend a hand, could she really not handle those jokers in the business world?

With "Red Beauty" facing widespread fan boycotts, Kevin's company pulled out its investment too. Abigail's moves inadvertently gave him the perfect excuse to make a smooth exit.

As soon as she set down her phone, Kevin barged in without knocking.

"You really should start knocking." Abigail frowned.

"Where's Irene?" Kevin asked as he loosened his tie with a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Abigail shot him an incredulous look. "She's obviously at her own desk. Do you think she works in my office?"

Kevin turned to leave.

"I'm talking to you," Abigail couldn't help but interject. "Are you seriously considering getting involved with her? Irene is my employee. If anything happens because of your relationship, it won't end well for you."

"Abigail, love is something you shouldn't meddle with," he chuckled before quickly making his exit.

Abigail sighed helplessly.

He was right. They were all grown-ups now, each responsible for their own lives and decisions.

...

Irene sat quietly with a pen in her hand as she poured her thoughts into her diary when Kevin's unexpected presence caused her to jump.

She immediately concealed her diary and blinked up at him. "What brings you here?"

"Just checking in on you. Are you still writing diaries at this age?" He teased with a grin.

Irene's discomfort prickled beneath her skin, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.

It was no secret that she wasn't the most popular person in the design department.

Kevin's comment elicited subtle exchanges of glances among a few nearby girls.

"Is there something you need?" Irene's voice remained composed, masking any hint of unease.

"Care to step outside for a chat?" He proposed.

Irene carefully stowed her diary in her bag and turned her attention to the drawing software on her computer. "I'm still busy with work. How about during lunchtime?"

Kevin glanced at his wristwatch and realized that lunchtime was fast approaching. With a nod, he uttered, "Alright," before making his way out of the room.

A few girls from the design department shared a knowing chuckle as soon as he left.

Meanwhile, Irene sat at her desk, feeling uneasy. Her hand trembled slightly as she gripped the mouse.

Talent, she mused, it just divides people into different classes.