Chapter 320 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Now, she naturally had to disparage Abigail for lying. “Let’s see how long you’re gonna pretend… And you somehow still have the guts to show your face here.”

Abigail simply ignored her-it was completely unnecessary to take offense from someone like her.

That being said…

Debbie had gotten impatient.

Bringing the food to the lounge outside the lab, Abigail called everyone in to eat while she took a seat and whipped out her phone.

As soon as she tapped on her news application, multiple headlines popped up, all of them saying that the CEO of Twinrise Enterprises was marrying his secretary.

Abigail stayed impassive as she swiped it off and started to eat.

Bzzt-

Her phone suddenly began to ring and she answered it.

Then, the voice on the other end said, “Let’s meet.”

It sounded like Debbie.

Abigail’s expression changed for a split second, but she soon regained her calm.

Of course she would be asking for a meeting now to brag.

“Where?” Abigail asked, agreeing to it right then-she should be the audience if Debbie wanted to brag, should she not?

‘Two Beaches Coffee.”

“Got it,” Abigail said and hung up.

Stephen looked up at her, swallowed his food and told her, “Just do what you have to. Well hold down the fort here.”

Abigail nodded and cleaned up the table after finishing her lunch. ‘Thanks for your help, everyone.”

‘Oh, it’s fine,” everyone answered in unison.

Over the last few days, Mark’s research team had heard about how Abigail stole Mead Clinic’s research data and hence grew to respect her. They grew to think that she was a woman who saw the big picture, and they were willing to help.

Abigail was grateful. Though she said nothing, she was ready to reward them generously once the antidote was made.

Though they were being kind to her, she should not freely enjoy the results of their work and assistance.

Stepping out of the lounge and throwing away all the lunchboxes, she headed to the designated location with the chauffeur waiting in the car after she alighted and entered.

Debbie was already waiting.

Having taken a window seat, she was leisurely sipping on her coffee.

Abigail composed herself, but her complexion was terrible. After all, she had been running herself ragged over the last few days, since she had to help develop the antidote while keeping an eye on Tommy’s condition.

The fact that she recently went into labor only made it even more taxing-it would be weird if her complexion looked healthy.

Once Debbie saw her, she elegantly put away her coffee while mocking icily, “Oh, my goodness. It’s just been a few days, but you look absolutely horrible! You’re not getting depressed that Diarmuid is marrying me, are you?”

Abigail naturally knew what Debbie wanted and would gladly play along.” You’ve taken everything from me. Arent you satisfied?’

Debbie shook her head. “Not yet.”

Abigail’s hands clenched into fists under the table. “What more do you want?’

“That would be telling, and it’d kill the joy.”

She was smiling smugly as if she had won, and Abigail was left narrowing her eyes.

Did she have more up her sleeve?

She had to be careful-Debbie had managed to conceal her true intentions even though she served Diarmuid for years.

This would not be easy.

Fortunately, Abigail’s development of an antidote was well under way, and they did not have to pin their hopes on Debbie.

For Abigail, nothing matters more than getting Tommy healthy again.

‘You’ve called me here to brag, and I now know that you’re marrying Diarmuid. So? Can I go now?”

Debbie shrugged nonchalantly. “Do whatever you want, but to be honest, I didn’t just want to seethe look on your face… have you seen your brother lately?”

Abigail’s gaze darkened-she knew it.

Debbie was up to something.

“You got him?”

Debbie smiled-her answer was obvious.

“He threatened me. Did you think I’d spare him?” she growled, not hiding her spite and rage at all.

Abigail was certainly aware of how heinous Debbie could be-she did not hesitate to make an attempt on James Cross’s life, even though they were partners at work for years.

It went without question that she would be merciless toward Ricky Bernstein too.

Naturally, Debbie did not bring Abigail to the cafe just to brag.

She wanted Abigail to give up on Diarmuid completely.

If she could not claim Diarmuid’s heart, her only option was to make Abigail betray him, so that she would have an opening-a chance to win over Diarmuid.

In fact, once she captured him, she had already hatched the plan to use Ricky as hostage and coerce Abigail.

“It’s not as if I can’t consider freeing him.”

“What do you want?” Abigail, however, knew that she would not do so easily- Debbie would demand something from her.

“I know that Diarmuid agreed to marry me mostly to save your son,” Debbie said. “But even if he doesn’t love me, his heart would definitely break if you love another man, and that gives me an opportunity. So, get yourself another man and tell Diarmuid that you don’t love him anymore, and I’ll consider letting Ricky go.”

Abigail was laughing inwardly. “You’ve really covered all the bases, haven’t you?”

“I have no choice.” Debbie smirked.

She certainly had to be thorough, because it was not going to be easy to win over Diarmuid from the very start.

After all, she had worked for him over the years, but he never once looked at her-it was obvious that she was not his type, and Debbie knew that.

She had naturally thought things through before demanding that he married her.

Since Diarmuid had fallen for Abigail after they got married, she wanted to emulate that-Diarmuid would definitely see all her good points as they lived together.

While that happened, Diarmuid would feel moved by her loyalty while he watched as Abigail threw herself into the arms of another man.

It was a perfect plan-or so she thought.

Nonetheless, Abigail rose to her feet.

“Wait.” Debbie stopped her. “I’ve done my homework-1 know you are just half-siblings with Ricky Bernstein, but it seems that things are at least cordial between you two. I really want to know… Are you cold enough to let him die?”

Abigail remained impassive. “As you wish.”

Debbie smiled at that. “And once you’re gone, Diarmuid will completely be mine.”

Abigail leveled a pointed look at Debbie before turning to leave.

Returning to the car, Abigail told the chauffeur, “Take me back to Hotmesh.”

The chauffeur started the car… but as he drove, Abigail noticed that they were not heading to Hotmesh.

“I said, take me back to Hotmesh,” she said, a little louder now.

“Mr. Althoff wants to see you,” the chauffeur replied-he was instructed to do so while Abigail was having a chat with Debbie at the cafe.

Abigail in turn became silent, while the car drove to a bustling district and stopped.

When Abigail alighted and looked around, no one was there.

She was just about to ask the chauffeur when a silhouette arrived out of nowhere and took her by the hand.

As she turned to find that pronounced face, Diarmuid had pulled her to a back alley.

Then, ensuring that no one was around, Abigail asked, “Aren’t you afraid that your secretary would see you meeting me?”

She put weight behind the term ‘your secretary’, almost as if she was pouting.

Still, it was understandable that she was upset when Debbie kept pushing her.

Diarmuid put a hand around her slender waist, his deep voice ringing beside her ear. “Are you upset?”

It was certainly the case for Abigail. “What do you think? She just met me, telling me to get myself a lover or Ricky Bernstein is going to die. Don’t you think I should do as she says?”

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