Her Wicked Ceo (Abigail and Liam)

Chapter 75

"Grace, take care."

Grace nodded. "You too."

Grace stood at the door, looking at Abigail's back and shaking her head helplessly.

'What a kind girl! How could Liam not cherish her...'

Not long after Abigail left, the phone rang again.

Well, it was her mean boss, Liam, again.

"Hello..."

Liam was just about to hang up because he had heard the sentence telling him that the phone was

power off when he heard Abigail's soft voice.

He didn't think much about it and said, "You finally answered the phone?"

"Mr. Jones, what's the matter?" Abigail asked directly.

"Where are you?"

"Home."

"Aren't you feeling well?" Liam asked.

"No," Abigail gave a short reply.

"What are you calling me for?" Abigail then asked.

"Nothing. Just want to know how things are with your design."

Abigail, "...Don't worry, Mr. Jones. I'll hand it in on schedule."

"That's good."

"If you have nothing else to say, I'll hang up."

Liam held the phone and was very frustrated.

For the first time, he met a woman who couldn't wait to hang up on him.

Liam was very unhappy...

After hanging up the phone, Abigail felt very comfortable.

Feeling sleepy again, she took a taxi back, washed up and went to bed.

In the evening, Liam did not attend any party and went straight back.

He rarely came back so early, which made Grace a little surprised.

"Liam, have you eaten? Do you need me to cook for you?"

"OK," Liam said plaintively, seeming to be in a bad mood.

Sitting there, he suddenly saw a bag of fruit on the table. He frowned. "Did someone come today?"

Hearing this, Grace was stunned, then quickly put the fruit away. "Yes, a relative of mine came to see

me today. I'll cut the fruit for you to eat." With that, Grace quickly took the fruit to the kitchen.

Liam sat there and said nothing...

The next day.

Abigail slept until dawn.

After getting up, she drank some milk, ate a fried egg and ham, and went to work.

Abigail paid attention to her lifestyle. Breakfast was a must every day. In the past two years, her life had

become better.

After breakfast, Abigail picked up her design and went to the company.

She had much to do for the competition in the past few days, so she and Liam didn't see each other

very much. They were doing their own work.

It was on the last day before the deadline today. The design must be delivered by the designer and the

president of the company.

Moreover, it must be sealed up.

"How is it going? Have you finished it?" Liam looked at Abigail and asked.

Abigail nodded. "Yes."

"Let's go then."

So, the two of them went to the place Dennis had told.

Abigail was in a good mood with the design in her hands.

Until now, the outcome of the competition was no longer important to her.

The most important thing was this design. Abigail felt that even if she couldn't win the first place, there

must be someone liking her design.

The thought of it shed much stress off her.

Liam glanced at Abigail and said, "Looks like you have confidence in your design."