Revenge After Prison Never Forgiven (Abigail) novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Timothy said, “The company will reimburse you, alright? Just get going now. I’ll transfer i money to you later. Let’s settle the dia final amount.”

Hearing that, Abigail finally exhaled in relief. Her tone softened considerably. “Thank you, Mr. Newman, I go to the airport right

Arriving at the airport, she found a seat in the waiting area. It was still early, but the place was already bustling with people.

Aher sitting for a while, a message from Timothy arrived. Abigail glanced at her phone, and her brows furrowed unconsciously

Timothy told her that there would be someone waiting for Abigail in Chesterwick. Everything she needed would be arranged. Of course, Abigail believed that a large corporation wouldn’t skimp on money,

But she also heard that reimbursements in big companies took forever to process. That probably meant she’d have to cover her own expenses for toiletries and daily itens upfront

She sighed inwardly, “I don’t have much money to begin with. What if can’t even afford a full set of clothes when

Then another thought crossed her mind. ‘If I start pestering Timothy about this now, he’ll probably think I’m being difficult”

“Ms. Gibson?” A male voice rang out from behind.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Abigail stood up and turned to face the speaker.

The man wore a pair of gold rimmed glasses and stood around 5’11“. He was dressed in a well–fitted suit and had a refined, scholarly look

Abigail eyed the man cautiously, her tone tinged with a subtle wariness. “May I know your name?!

The man seemed to see right through her hesitation. He put on a faint smile that didn’t quite reveal his thoughts as he replied, “My name is Jackson Whitt. I’m Mr. Robinson’s personal assistant. Come with me.”

Whatever tension Abigail felt instantly eased. Part of her had hoped that the man in prison would come, but at the same time, she told herself that it was just another man with the same surname. She didn’t believe that there could be something so coincidental.

Jackson led Abigail through security. To her surprise, they hadn’t even purchased a commercial ticket. Abigail soon realized that they would take a private plane.

“A business trip via a private plane? As far as I know, applying for personal flight routes isn’t easy at all she thought, already piecing together how powerful the company might actually be

They soon boarded the plane. Jackson guided Abigail through a pair of ornately curved doors. As the doors opened, an expansive lounge came into view, with plush sofas on both sides, coffee tables, and a wide aisle in the center.

The Gibson family could be considered wealthy in Cobridge. Though Abigail was never treated kindly in her family, she had flown first class before. But this level of luxury still stunned her.

“You can rest here, Jackson said before walking further down the cabin.

As he approached another set of doors, they slid open automatically. Once he stepped inside, an engraved metal screen slid shut.

Abigail figured it must be a s inside, she froze.

small meeting room. The design looked simple and business like. But when she caught sight of the man sitting at the desk

So Mr. Robinson is already on board,” she thought, surprised

She leaned slightly, trying to glimpse the man’s face through the intricately carved divider. Unfortunately, he was turned to the side, facing away.

A deep, magnetic voice responded from within, “Mm. Have the flight attendant bring her something to eat. Also, ask her what she needs for the trip. Make a list and send it to Jeremiah. Have him prepare everything in Chesterwick.”

s face flushed immediately after hearing those words, and she wished she could crawl into a crack in the floor. She could hardly sit now.

Yet he quickly put on a friendly smile and said, “You’re free to move around here. I’ll go take care of a few things. By the way, you can make a rough plan for your work during this trip.”