Revenge After Prison Never Forgiven (Abigail) novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271

Sebastian hadn’t actually thougin that far ahead.

“It’s fine. Even if they trace it back to me. it won’t matter,” he said, lifting his arm and draping it casually along the back of the sof

But almost instantly, the gesture struck him as too presumptuous. He considered pulling away.

Before he could, Abigail reached out and caught his land. Then she leaned in slightly, resting against his arm. Her eyes remained on the television screen, but her voice dropped low. “When you went in, was it for something you actually did Did you mean to get caught?”

“No. Sebastian said. “Not on purpose”

“Then why?” She hesitated, clearly reluctant to dig, but concern edged her voice nonetheless.

He turned his head, studying the furrow between ser brows. Smiling faintly, he said, “You know how actors sometimes check themselves into prison to get into character! I did something similar. Just in my case, it wasn’t for a role. It was to recruit someone. For a project.”

“So you swear it’s all clean” she asked, looking up at him, her gaze steady and searching

Only then did she seem to relax.

ail had just finished a meeting with a client when Lila came in from the corridor, her expression unreadable.

The next afternoon. Abigail had just

“There’s a woman outside asking to see you. She says her last name is Prescott”

Abigail didn’t need to guess. It was Blair.

“Let her in,” she said calmly. Jeremiah, take Lila with you and check on the R&D team. See how far they’ve gotten with the code optimization.”

Jeremiah glanced at her. Something in her tone, her bearing, had shifted in recent days. She was beginning to carry herself like someone used to being at the helm

“Will do,” he replied.

Once they left, a young woman entered the office, dressed in the sort of understated luxury that didn’t call attention to itself until you looked closely.

Her outfit wasn’t flashy, but the craftsmanship was unanistakable.

The LV bag, the designer coat with its clean lines, the glint of emerald rings, more than one, on manicured fingers. A gleaming watch peeked from beneath her sleeve, no doubt worth a small fortune.

Everything she wore whispered old money.

And she was beautiful. Of course she was

Blair’s eyes immediately landed on Abigail, who sat poised behind her desk.

Abigail’s books leaned sharp cool and reserved, the kind that turned heads for its clarity rather than warmth. Even with faint burn scars still visible. there was no hiding her striking features.

Blair, on the other land, had the delicate prettiness of someone born to be adored, large eyes, soft edges, carefully composed innocence.

After giving Abigail a slow, deliberate once–over, Blair finally spoke. “I thought the girl Seb picked would be something exceptional. Turns out, she’s just another poor girl who thinks she’s beaten the system.

“Ms. Prescott,” Abigail replied evenly, “you’re mistaken. I own Gibson Group. In what world does that make me poor? Would you like something to drink? Fair warning, I don’t grind beans. Ai most, you’ll get instant coffee”

“You don’t grind your own coffer?” Blair gave a slurp, annised laugh.

*NG. Didn’t you do your research before showing up I grew up in an orphanage. Grinding beans was never part of the curriculum,” Abigail said, eptirely unbothered,

Blair made her way to the couch and sat, crossing her legs with languid grace. “So that’s what we’re doing now! Playing the underdog heroine from some melodramatic TV drama?”

Abigail, seeing no value in engaging, returned her attention to her laptop. “You came all this way just to say that?”

Chapter 271

“You have any idea how fast the Present family could crush Gibson Group?” Blair asked, eyes narrowing as she watched Abigail’s indifferent

expression.

Abigail barely looked up. “Not especially concerned.

It was the truth. She had always been detached from this kind of posturing.

11 Gibson Group collapsed, she’d simply go back to writing code. It made nos real difference to her.

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In fact, if someone were willing t become a burden.