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Chapter 81
Abigail reached out and forcefully pulled me closer to her. That condescending attitude made me feel uneasy inside. The pressure was so interise that it took a lot of courage just to lift my head to look at her.
“You are mine. You must do whatever I say!”
Abigail’s gaze was icy as she warned me, “Let me make it clear: to me, you’re worth less than a single hair on Joshua’s head.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her words and nodded deliberately. “True, you’re right. I can’t. compare. So, why did you call me here instead of bringing your little lover Joshua with you?”
My words seemed to strike a deep nerve in Abigall.
Her lips trembled for a moment, but she didn’t say a word.
I looked at her calmly, feeling a sense of satisfaction. In the past, I would just endure her insults and mistreatment without retaliating. But now, I no longer wanted to be a dog she could bully.
It was clear that she was dissatisfied with my reaction. Her gaze was filled with fury as she snapped, “What did you say? Repeat that!”
She took a step toward me, grabbing my hand angrily.
I coldly shook her off and scoffed. “If your hearing is bad, you should go to the hospital. instead of wasting my time here.”
With that, I turned around and walked away without looking back. Behind me, she was so angry she stomped her foot. She yelled at my back, “Samuel, don’t you dare forget your promise! Otherwise, I have a thousand ways to make you suffer!”
I didn’t respond and simply walked out of the company’s main entrance. I donated every penny of the money Abigail gave me to the hospital where my sister’s friends were being treated.
They were some of my sister’s best friends. They encouraged and supported each other, giving one another strength. Such young children should have a bright future ahead of them.
With my sister gone, I absolutely couldn’t allow anything to happen to these kids. They represented a part of my sister that I still held onto.
I had promised Abigail I would attend the party, but I didn’t expect that after dropping me off at the entrance, she would receive a phone call and leave.
I watched her retreating figure in disbelief, asking, “Am I… supposed to meet them myself?”
Abigail glanced back at me with a blank expression and scoffed, “Do you really need me to
accompany you? You’re an adulti can’t you hand this small task on your own?”
watched her leave, speechless, and followed her instructions to find the cllent who had requested me.
To my surprise, the client was a woman around 30 years old.
She was elegantly dressed, and when she looked at me, she didn’t come off as pretentious at all; instead, she smiled and struck up a conversation. After Introducing ourselves, I learned her name was Rebecca Sims.
As our conversation flowed, she couldn’t help bu laugh and ask, “Aren’t you curious why I specifically requested to meet you?”
I chuckled and said, “I can guess.”
Given the rumors about me and Abigail circulating online, it was likely that she had heard about me and wanted to meet in person. But to my surprise, she shook her head and sighed, ” Actually, our experiences are quite similar.”
“My husband… is also that kind of person.”
