Revenge After Prison Never Forgiven (Abigail) novel Chapter 270

“She won’t show up again, at least not anytime soon. Sebastian peeled off a disposable glove as he spoke,

Abigail thought the same, Cosmetic surgery needed time to heal, aber all.

“So you really think she’ll come back? I don’t see the point, Why take the risk?”

if it were her, she would’ve stayed away. Coming back now was reckless. If the truth ever came to light, it wouldn’t just be the fifteen years she served a

time

“She grew up here. Never really emigrated, at least not through the proper channels. In the end, she’s still a rat bred in the

“No matter how far she runs, she’ll always try to crawl her way back and prove she never belonged down there? Sebastian’s tone was dry, his words cutting

“An illegal resident, huh?” Abigall said with a crooked smile.

“More or less. Sure, you can take an identity, but those things don’t hold up to real scrutiny. And anyway, where out there could ever be better than here?” A faint, knowing curve touched the corner of Sebastian’s lips.

Abigail found herself nodding in agreement.

The country was evolving at an astonishing pace. Everything was afficient, accessible, and constantly improving

But overseas was too unstable and too far behind.

After dinner, she stayed on at Sebastian’s place. The two of them settled in to watch a film.

James and Warren had gone home by then.

“Did you ask Warren to help look into that apartment yet?” Sebastian asked, holding the cat loosely in his arms. They were both seated politely on the sofa, maintaining a careful kind of distance.

“Not yet. I’ve been swamped with my current project. I need to get it wrapped up fast, if I don’t, the remaining clients will walk. Our R&D department is falling apart. Clients have strict timelines, and we keep missing every single one of them,” Abigail replied with a sigh.

“Let me take a look. Sebastian paused the movie.

Abigail rose immediately, fetched her bag, and returned to his side with her tablet

She powered it on and began explaining. “The client refuses to upgrade the chip. They want all the improvements to come from the system alone. But R&D says it’s just not possible.

“I’ve tested it again and again. Any system that runs well enough ends up overloading the chip. It crashes constantly.”

“You’re trying to race a Ferrari down a dirt road,” Sebastian muttered as he skimmed through the specs

“What does that mean?” Abigal blinked at him, not quite following

“I mean, you’ve built something brilliant, but it’s funning on ancient hardware. It’s a waste,” he said, a short laugh escaping him.

She thought about it, and then it clicked. The metaphor hit.

She chuckled. “That’s actually kind of spot–on.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your code. The problem is that your client insists on keeping a chip that’s way too outdated. They want the benefits of innovation without actually investing in it.

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“What else are you dealing with?” Sebastian asked.

“The other client’s casier. Just some game optimization. More time–consuming than anything. Not really a technical challenge. Her tone was calm now more relaxed.