After saying goodnight, Jeffrey Foster looked at the mirror and softly murmured, "It's about time."
Abigail Green, having hung up the phone, let out a deep sigh of relief.
For some reason, every time she talked to her senior now, she felt an unusual sense of oppression, sometimes even to the point of feeling like she couldn't breathe.
Fortunately, the other party didn't insist and actually agreed.
She had thought that he wouldn't let her go so easily to achieve his goal.
But Abigail didn't have the mood to think about anything else at the moment. Her mind was filled with how she would talk to the man later. Truth be told, she was a bit scared, scared that he would ignore her just like last time.
If that happened, she feared she would never muster the courage again.
With a light sigh, Abigail tried not to overthink it, as the more she thought, the more hesitant she would become.
She bit her lip and walked outside.
