"Who?"
"Qin&."
Abigail Hemsworth let out a short laugh on the spot. There was a lot she wanted to say, but when she thought about it, saying more to him felt pretty pointless.
These past two days, she'd been clashing with him quite a lot.
"I really did forget I'd offended someone that important."
Travis Miller was silent for two seconds. "…Where are you right now?"
"School. I was supposed to head to set, but my dad ordered me home. No rush, they're all right there, no one can run."
Abigail didn't mention any names, but anyone who understood would know exactly who she was talking about.
Before Travis could say anything else, Abigail hung up on him just like that.
*
Abigail walked in, and the living room was thick with a heavy, oppressive air.
Rocky Hemsworth was sitting on the sofa with a dark face. The servants had all quietly slipped away. Uncle Hemsworth and Zachary Hemsworth were standing off to the side, their expressions grave.
