Their gazes were locked together for a long time, and the girl still didn’t answer.
Justin Kingston seemed to understand something as well—she didn’t want to talk about it.
He felt there was no need to press further, because judging from this girl’s character, she would never force herself to do something she didn’t want to do.
Even though there was no "ink" character on her ankle at the moment... Justin Kingston was still certain she was the Abby Sawyer he had been searching for all this time.
Justin Kingston’s intuitions were often very strong.
"Sorry to bother you." His tone was light as he picked up a cup of tea, stood up, and handed it to the girl. "Have this tea before you go?"
Even though he was CEO Kingston, the girl remained wary and on guard around him; especially with a man and a woman alone together like this, how could she drink a beverage he offered?
"I’m sorry, I don’t drink Pu’er." Abby Sawyer declined with a polite smile. "If CEO Kingston doesn’t have anything else, I’ll head out first? Your time is very valuable."
He could see her wariness and didn’t insist. "Goodbye, Ms. Sawyer."
The girl only looked at him with a faint smile, then after a moment turned and walked out. The feeling she gave Justin Kingston was also one of cool detachment.
This girl was different from the others.
Not long after Abby Sawyer left, Jerry Garcia came in.
"Help me look into her social circle—whether she has any friends now, family, or close girlfriends." Justin Kingston instructed. "I want to know what exactly happened to her that led to her memory loss."
"She lost her memory?" Jerry Garcia was stunned.
Although Justin Kingston hadn’t gotten a clear answer from the girl’s own mouth, he was very sure of his suspicion. This girl must have gone through something unusual that caused her amnesia.
Since she had appeared, it wouldn’t be difficult to investigate her.
Just have someone tail her, pull some surveillance footage, and they could quickly get familiar with her daily routine.
Justin Kingston turned his eyes to him. "Was I clear?"
Jerry Garcia nodded immediately. "Clear, I’ll arrange it."
"Remember, this girl is very smart. Don’t mess it up." Justin Kingston reminded him kindly.
"Yes."
Downstairs, Angel and Abby Sawyer got into the same car, and it started up quickly and drove off.
Abby sat beside her and didn’t say a word.
Angel, however, felt very ill at ease, constantly worried that she, the female lead, might be replaced. Although when she thought about it carefully, that seemed impossible, she still couldn’t shake her unease.
"What did CEO Kingston say to you?" Angel turned her eyes, casting a cool glance at her, as if once she asked, the other party was obliged to answer.
Abby met her gaze and replied gently, "Ms. Keira, that’s my personal business, unrelated to work. It’s not convenient to report."
Refusing to report?
With that answer, Angel became even more unsettled. What secret was there that couldn’t be told?
"We’re on work time right now. Any private actions you take need to be reported to me." Angel stressed. "I also have the right to know."
"If you want to know the truth, why not just call CEO Kingston directly?" Abby Sawyer used the softest voice to say the firmest words. "If you ask me like this, what if I lie?"
"..." That left Angel completely speechless.
In fact, regarding CEO Kingston asking for Abby Sawyer and what they talked about, there was no need to report it to Angel, and Angel herself knew that very well.
She just really wanted to know! Because she felt insecure!
After a brief silence, Abby looked out at the scenery outside the window and couldn’t help drifting off... What exactly had happened ten years ago?
Why did CEO Kingston ask those questions?
She picked up her phone, dialed a number, and after a moment asked, "Joanna, where are you now?"