Abigail woke up in a hospital. When she opened her eyes, a handsome face loomed too close. Startled, she quickly shut them, then slowly opened them again. It was the same face, now smiling. He looked somewhat rakish, with thick eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and blindingly white skin. The dark circles under his eyes were particularly noticeable against his pale complexion.

“You’re finally awake,” Kevin sighed in relief, watching as Abigail’s amber pupils sharpened. He leaned back against the hospital bed, looking weary.

She sat up halfway and looked around, finding only Kevin in the ward. Touched by his presence, she asked, “You didn’t stay the whole time, did you?”

Then, she remembered something. How long was I unconscious? she thought. Kevin counts money by the second. How much do I owe him?

“I don’t have the money to pay your nursing fees!” she blurted.

Kevin stared, dumbfounded by this strange remark. He had noticed, however, that this beautiful woman constantly brought up money.

“Wait a second,” he smirked, a shrewd light in his tea-colored, narrow almond-shaped eyes. “Is Sean really going bankrupt? Why are you so stingy?”

Abigail didn’t want to share her troubles or admit she was divorcing Sean. Still, she owed him. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that trouble because of me. What would you like to eat? It’s my treat.”

She reached for her phone to search for a high-end restaurant.

“Forget the food,” Kevin said, crossing his legs on the nearby couch. “Do me a favor instead.”

“Tell me,” Abigail replied warily.

He raised an eyebrow at her defensive posture. “It’s not a big deal. I need you to help me talk to Alana. My subordinates nearly wore a hole in my floor after you left last time. They insisted I find her.”

Abigail was thrilled! Luna was devastated after they lost the East Joy Talent contract. This was a huge opportunity.

She pretended to hesitate, to maintain her cover. Kevin, however, mistook her expression for genuine hesitation. “I know she’s recently widowed and in a bad mood. No need to force it. I’ll try again later.”

Abigail wouldn't let this opportunity slip away. “It’s alright. It’s past the mourning period for Ms. Alana’s husband. There’s no problem.”

She called Luna, who immediately understood. Half an hour later, Luna arrived with the contract and design samples.

Having discussed this beforehand, and with Kevin eager to sign, there was little negotiation. They reached an agreement in under ten minutes.

Kevin had a peculiar habit: he always checked everyone's signature on contracts. This time, he also glanced at the design samples. He noticed the signature on the designs was different from Luna's handwriting.

Who is Alana?

Kevin's eyes lit up with playful curiosity as he studied the two women. “I’ll take my leave then, Ms. Alana.”

Abigail nodded, but Luna remained silent. Kevin left, noting their reactions (or lack thereof).

After he left, Luna’s composure crumbled. Eyes wide, she asked Abigail, “When did you get involved with Kevin? Did Sean threaten you again?”

Abigail was puzzled. “Isn’t he your brother’s friend?”