Chapter 251 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Abigail saw that and quickly turned around, but knocked into someone as she panickedly tried to leave!

“Sorry!” she said in apology as she looked up.

The man’s tall frame was blocking Abigail’s path and his shadow shrouded her.

It was a familiar face, too-because it was Harvey.

Abigail quickly lowered her head, but Harvey was keeping his eyes fixed on her, as if he wanted to see through her mask.

“Who are you?” he demanded. ‘1 noticed back at the hall that you’ve been peeking at Diarmuid Althoff-who is he to you? Why are you watching him so intently?”

“You’re mistaken,” Abigail said quietly, avoiding his gaze even as she tried to leave.

Harvey was relentless, however, and intercepted her again. “Sneaking around as if you’re afraid to let people see you? Are you a fugitive or something?”

This time, as he spoke, he suddenly reached out and pulled off Abigail’’s face mask, catching her off guard.

“Hey!” she exclaimed in surprise, and quickly threw her hands over her face.

Beneath the lights overhead, the burn scars over her cheek and neck were revealed in their entirety.

Harvey actually flinched in shock.

“My god, you’re ugly!” he cried, before turning toward Diarmuid nearby and laughing out loud. “Hahaha! Diarmuid Althoff, your charm really has no limits -you’re attracting the uglies now, too!”

Harvey then turned back toward Abigail, suddenly noticed her bulging belly, and frowned. “Hold on… there’s a man who got you pregnant? With that face of yours?”

Abigail was naturally aware of how grotesque her scars were, but she still found her own knuckles clenching when Harvey called her ugly.

Nonetheless, she kept her head down, pulling up her collar slightly to hide her face and tried to leave again.

This time, Harvey directly grabbed her wrist and said, “What’s the hurry? Afraid to be caught peeking?”

That was when Diarmuid started to walk toward them and Abigail’s heart raced faster with every step he advanced toward them.

Beckoning at him, Harvey called out loudly, “Did you notice? This ugly person has been peeking at you for a while now… Or maybe you know her? Wait, don’t tell me that her baby is yours! Haha

..”

Diarmuid simply gave him a look of cold disdain. “I actually think you’re the one who’s been stalking me.”

He then slowly turned toward Abigail.

Although he could not actually see behind her mask, Abigail panicked and stomped her foot squarely on Harvey’s.

“Oofl” He winced, and Abigail took the opening to push him away and run away.

As Harvey looked down, he noticed the grayness over his shiny leather shoe, which was left flattened now.

“Shit!” He could not help cursing. “Ugly and violent? I really wonder if she’s actually pregnant or if it’s asexual reproduction…”

After all, which man could bear to get in bed with such a woman?!

On the other hand, Diarmuid was staring at the woman as she ran away.

She looked so familiar from behind… It was as if he knew her!

Harvey, too, was watching her, before turning back toward Diarmuid and seeing the look in his eyes.

“Wait, you’re not telling me that you actually tapped that?” His eyes were twitching. “It hasn’t been that long since Abigail left and you already have a new lover? I mean sure, we’re men and philandering is normal for us, but don’t you think you should at least find someone with a better face…?”

Diarmuid simply turned around, ignoring him.

Harvey lost composure right then.

Even if he had helped Diarmuid catch someone who was spying on him, Harvey himself had come to Minerva because of Diarmuid too.

“So, care to tell me what secret projects you’re up to here in Minerva?”

He was intent on pitting himself against Diarmuid-he doubted that he would always prove to just be second best.

Over the last six months since Abigail’s passing, Diarmuid had become even more ruthless and unscrupulous in business. With

Remy’s investments now coming under his direct leadership, his business acumen and keen eye on market trends meant he was already earning steady profits from every project he put money on.

He had also acquired Franconia’s ST Corp and Globe Airways in quick succession, and the latest rumor Harvey managed to gather was that Diarmuid had partnered with a tycoon from Duran.

In fact, he had followed Diarmuid here to see what was going on.

Diarmuid, however, thought nothing of Harvey-it was the case since the past, as it was now.

“Here are all the concerned documents.” The man who had been conversing with Diarmuid approached them just as they headed for the door and handed him a document envelope.

“What’s in there?” Harvey’s eyes were fixed on the envelope, wishing he had X-ray vision to see through the envelope and read the document inside.

“Are you a piece of chewing gum, latching onto us wherever we go?” James walked up to them and shot Harvey a cold glare just then, before turning back toward Diarmuid. “Your car will be arriving soon, sir.”

Diarmuid handed him the envelope. “Get someone to audit this.”

“Yes, sir,” James replied.

As they returned to the hotel, James put Diarmuid’s medication on the table.

Hesitating for a while, he then asked, “Are we going back tomorrow?”

Diarmuid was standing in front of the glass wall with his back to James.He unbuttoned his suit and suddenly said, “Go back to the auction center.Get me the security footage they have of the auction tonight.”

James was puzzled.

“The security footage of the auction? Why?”

Diarmuid turned to look at him.

Though he said nothing, the pressure he projected was almost palpable.

James quickly lowered his head, afraid to ask more questions right then.

” I’ll go right now.”

While Diarmuid did manage to pull himself together after Abigail’s death, he was constantly overworking and suffered from chronic insomnia.

Every night, he needed medication just to sleep.

And if one were to say that he was cold as a person before, he was now even worse.

In fact, he only saved his harshness for his rivals, and was more or less ‘ kind to his own people.

Now, even Stan had resigned as an assistant in favor of a desk job.

It was not as if he was scared, but it was very difficult to work alongside Diarmuid these days.

The air around him seemed to turn cold from his very presence, and the people with him constantly felt a suffocating pressure.

Working with him had undoubtedly become a torment.

And now, James did not even have any idea what Diarmuid was up to, but quickly did as he was told.

When he returned at the auction hall, however, he was already too late- Mick had just left through the back door, having remembered to cover Abigail’s tracks.

He told the host to inform anyone asking for the night’s security footage that the cameras had a malfunction.

It was an easy task for him, since he was a frequent guest and was well- acquainted with the host.

As such, James had to leave empty-handed.He was left grimacing and pouting, considerably afraid to face Diarmuid since he had failed his task

But there was no running away either, so he simply braced himself and returned to the hotel.

Diarmuid had changed into a white bathrobe and was lounging on the couch, his collar wide open. The mere sight of his long neck and his chiseled collarbone was picturesque and reminiscent of the male leads of young adult novels.

His daily medication remained on the table next to him, untouched.

Walking up to him, James called out, “Mr. Althoff?”

Diarmuid did not even look at him as he growled, “Show it to me.“

James made a face and said, “I don’t have it. The cameras had a malfunction.”

Diarmuid raised a brow, and he leveled his gaze at James with an indiscernible emotion, giving him the creeps.

“Sir…”

“Do you really think the host would allow cameras to malfunction at an auction attended by major players from across the globe?”

Diarmuid was certainly upset with James-his insight seemed to have dulled, and his overall competence dropped with it.

However, it was because James had been constantly under pressure that he could not stay as composed as he used to-Diarmuid had to tell him exactly what was wrong for him to realize something was out of place.

After all, every item being auctioned just now was worth a fortune. The hosts would naturally be far more prudent, and would not allow for any security oversights at al I—if the cameras were malfunctioning at all, they would have fixed them immediately.

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