"Shall we talk?"
"Talk about what?"
Abigail immediately thought of the time she went to the hospital to negotiate terms with Brandon, that unpleasant and stifling atmosphere. She remembered it vividly.
What to talk about now? Abigail immediately thought of Ruby.
Today was Brandon and Ruby's engagement party, but Ruby had hired a hitman.
Although she was lucky enough to avoid the reaper, it didn't mean Ruby hadn't committed a crime.
Thinking of this, Abigail glanced at the man in the wheelchair, secretly admiring Brandon's efficiency. He must have found some clues and deduced it was Ruby, and now he was here to negotiate terms?
Her mood inexplicably irritable, this man himself could be unreasonable, yet he wouldn't give others a chance to argue back. What kind of logic was that?
"What if I don't want to talk?" Abigail no longer avoided Brandon's gaze, her bright black eyes met his, as if trying to see through the man in the wheelchair.
