Abigail’s Second Life

Amidst his burgeoning business commitments, Sean recognized the necessity for assistance. However, when he

sought Xavien's support, it was met with a courteous refusal, Xavien proposing a more hands- off approach

instead.

"We have ample resources. Simply sell it directly. The real concern lies in the future when you have children.

You'll find little tto manage work matters. Unless you're willing to delegate, neglecting them may lead to dire

consequences," Old Mr. Graham's tone carried weight, underlining the modern challenges of parenthood.

Sean nodded, conceding that he might have disregarded such advice in the past but now found himself in

agreement. "You know what's needed. | won't elaborate further," Old Mr. Graham concluded before returning to

his tablet.

Subsequently, Sean reached out to Kevin and various contacts in Capitalis. As night fell, Abigail, Sean, and Kevin

boarded a plane back to the city. Wrapped in each other's embrace, they watched the night sky, prompting Sean

to inquire, "Grandfather asked whether the wedding should be in Pendorf or Capitalis."

Abigail paused, considering, "Let's opt for Pendorf. Grandfather and Grandmother face difficulties with air travel

due to their age. We're young and can manage a bit of inconvenience."

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Sean remarked with a smile. Observing the couple, Kevin couldn't resist a

comment, "You two are inseparable, even boarding the sflight as me."

"If it bothers you, find someone else to accompany you," Sean replied casually. Abigail nestled closer to Sean,

asking, "How's our young designer from my company faring?"

"Are you teasing me?" Kevin quipped in response, lightening the mood.

"Irene didn't see eye to eye with him," Sean remarked bluntly.

Kevin's expression darkened instantly. "Are you both teaming up against me?"

"No, we're just stating the facts. Irene has been swamped lately, focusing on her own projects, right?" Abigail

provided Irene with numerous opportunities. Recently, she had taken on costdesign for the group,

which demanded her full attention. Irene, as always, sought guidance from professors, conducted on-site

research, and delved into various books.

"Thanks to you," Kevin retorted unkindly.

"Irene may not excel in design, but it's crucial to nurture her for your own benefit. Even if she doesn't become

exceptional, her solid design skills will pave the way for success in the future," Abigail emphasized. While talent

was important, hard work and experience were equally vital for stability in the long run.

For most people, stability was paramount.

Kevin couldn't argue with that.

Kevin recognized Irene's dedication. Despite being the least skilled

among the designers at L.Moon, she

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refused to give up. Despite facing criticism for allegedly leveraging connections behind the scenes, she persisted

and seized every opportunity. "No matter how hard she tries, she'll only reach this level," Kevin remarked.

Breaking through social barriers was challenging. While one might attain wealth, in Capitalis, money was

abundant, and those with status were plentiful.

"Kevin, you need to understand that this world is filled with ordinary people. While you may want to elevate her

across social classes, not everyone will share your intentions," Abigail spoke calmly, her eyes betraying little

warmth.

"Even if she becomes more

clear-headed, she won't be able to

be with you. What's the point of trying to elevate her across social classes? She wants a stable

partner with a clean romantic.

history, something you cicfone

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provide," Sean delivered a heavy blow. He never believed in the idea of a reformed playboy. Trying to save girls

like Irene was foolish.

Kevin sat in silence, his expression serious as he gazed at the star-studded sky. He had always fancied himself a

perpetual playboy. However, witnessing Sean contemplate marriage and children unexpectedly stirred a desire in

him to settle down.

As they touched down in Capitalis,

Sean had barely stepped off the plane when an unfamiliar number lit up his phone screen. He was about to

decline when a message from a friend interrupted his thoughts: 'Incoming call. Pick up.' Sear hesitated for a

moment before

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"Hello, Mr. Graham. I'm Kadrick, the director of Capitalis. | was wondering if you could spare stfor dinner

tomorrow," the voice on the other end was polite, introducing himself.

Sean, unfamiliar with Kadrick, remained courteous. He suspected the invitation might be related to a case and

wanted to discuss it further. After a brief exchange, Kadrick bid farewell. "Who was that?" Abigail inquired, her

arm linked with Sean's.

Sean, still typing a message on his phone, replied, "The director of Capitalis, Kadrick. He may want to discuss a

case."

Abigail nodded, sensing Sean's reluctance to delve into official matters. She didn't press further.

Leaning in conspiratorially, Kevin asked, "Do you think they're planning to commend you?"

"Let's not speculate. I've made it clear that my actions are confidential. | trust my friends," Sean replied, pushing

away Kevin's prying curiosity.

Abigail, wary of potential trouble, squeezed the hand resting on her waist. "Let's hope it's just a dinner invitation «

and nothing more."