Chapter 133 Better to Sell the House Than Change the Lock
“Hello, Eloise. Do you know anyone who sells high–tech locks?” Abigail asked.
Eloise was taken aback. “Didn’t you just change your lock? Why do you need to change it again?”
“A certain someone keeps finding his way in, so I have to keep. changing.”
Eloise was silent for a moment before suggesting, “Why not just move to a new house?”
Hearing her friend’s suggestion, Abigail’s eyes lit up. “You’re right. I’ll just move.”
Eloise said, “I can help you with that. Maplewood Residence is in at good location, so if you sell it at a lower price, someone will definitely buy it.”
Abigail agreed, “Alright, let’s do that. I need to go to work now. We can discuss the detail
when I get off work tonight.”
“Okay.”
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At the office, Abigail spent the entire day running around. She communicated with Philip, checked the construction site, and so on. She barely had a moment to rest.
When she returned to the office, most people had already left. She sat at her desk, drank some water, and then called Eloise.
“Hello, Abbie. Are you done?” Eloise’s voice contained some excitement.
Abigail replied, “Yes, I just finished. I haven’t gone home yet.”
“I’ll come pick you up. We’ll have dinner first, and then
see the house,” Eloise said.
Abigail was surprised to hear that. “So soon?”
I’ll take you to
“Things should be done swiftly. No need to drag things out.”
Abigail smiled helplessly. “You’re right. Alright, come pick me up.”
“Sure.”
They met up, had fish and chips for dinner, and then headed home. On the way, Eloise was already contacting potential buyers.
After ending the call, Eloise looked at Abigail. “If everything goes smoothly, we can wrap it up today and sign the contract tomorrow. Then, you can buy a house in a place where that bastard won’t find you. That way, he won’t bother you anymore.”
Abigail said, “You’re really efficient.”
“I just don’t want to see you struggling in a fire pit. That bastard is really something. After all, you were once married. How could he not leave any dignity for you? Does he have to make things so ugly before letting go?”
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Abigail lowered her gaze, feeling confused as well. At first, Stephen who wanted to maintain his dignity. But now, he was the one unwilling to divorce. What was he thinking?
Twenty minutes later, a car arrived.
“They’re here.” Eloise saw the person and immediately got out of the
car.
“Mr. Style, over here!” Eloise called out.
Abigail was stunned to see the person after getting out. Hugh Style? She said, “But Mr. Style, you already have a house here.”
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Hugh replied, “I don’t mind having more properties.”
Abigail was at a loss for words, and Eloi
said, “Stop standing
around and let’s bring him to check out the place.”
Hugh nodded. “Alright.”
Abigail followed, only to find Stephen standing at the door and entering the password.
“What is he doing here?” Eloise’s brows furrowed together.
Stepping forward, Abigail asked, “Is there something wrong?”
Stephen turned around when he heard her. His suit jacket was draped over his arm. His face was handsome and stern, and his eyes coldly. swept over everyone. When he spoke, his voice was low and
magnetic. “I’m just going back home.
Abigail frowned. “This isn’t your home. Don’t come here in the future