Then Angel deliberately ignored her, radiating a cold and aloof aura.
The slap from earlier had been so forceful that the handprint on her face was becoming increasingly visible, a bright redness that made it obvious she had been hit.
This could be considered her first official day at work.
Abby Sawyer did not feel aggrieved; she was strong inside, and clearly realized that someone had taught her a lesson today.
But who was this person? She didn’t have a definite guess now.
Just arrived, she hadn’t figured out the relationships between the people here yet.
Angel leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, eyes closed, as someone began applying makeup to her face.
After a while, Abby Sawyer’s phone rang. She took it out and saw it was a call from a neighbor. She moved to the side to answer, speaking softly, "Hello, Auntie Lewis."
After hearing what the other person said, the girl’s expression slightly changed, "Okay, I’ll come over right away." Yet there was a certain calmness about her.
Hanging up the phone, she approached Angel calmly, "Keira, sorry, my mom suddenly fainted, my dad isn’t around, I need to go to the hospital to see her, it won’t take too long."
Angel seemed not to hear her words, silent for a few seconds.
Abby Sawyer observed her expression, her brow lightly furrowed.
Just as Abby intended to say something more, Angel waved her hand, "Go ahead." and didn’t look at her.
"Thank you." Abby Sawyer bowed to her, then turned and left.
At the moment she stepped out of the makeup room, she quickly ran towards the elevator!
Just downstairs, Abby simultaneously dialed back the neighbor’s number and inquired about her mother’s condition while rushing out of the hall!
After asking for the hospital’s address, she quickly got into the car!
Her car had just moved for less than ten seconds when a flashy Maybach drove up, steadily stopping at the grand entrance.
It caused quite a stir around, with many people taking pictures from afar.
The car door opened, and two men in suits quickly got out, holding the car door, welcoming the man inside.
Just like in a movie’s slow-motion scene, a shiny leather shoe stepped out, and the perfectly built Anton Miller got out of the car.
His legs were long and his stature tall, his face stunningly handsome, as he casually removed his sunglasses, those captivating almond-shaped eyes instantly deepened.
He never liked to smile when he appeared, his expression always carrying a natural arrogance.
"Wow, it’s really Anton! I finally caught him!"
"Quick, take pictures, isn’t he just too handsome? No wonder he’s an award-winning actor!"
Anton Miller stepped towards the glass door, oblivious to everything around; he only wanted to see Abby Sawyer as soon as possible.
Two assistants followed behind him, the security at the door respectfully saluted, "Welcome, Anton!"
Anton Ford’s thin lips pressed gently, not saying a word, he entered the hall, heading straight towards the elevator.
Is Abby upstairs? What is she doing?
Reunion... this moment he had longed for, tenderness and anticipation, mixed with a certain emotion that made a warm wave flow slowly at his heart’s core.
She had lost her memory, she didn’t remember him... Anton Miller couldn’t help but feel a little sad.
Staring at the numbers increasing in the elevator.
Anton Miller restrained his overwhelming blood flow with reason, and the moment the elevator doors opened, his heart bore a kind of pulling pain.
"Look, Anton is here!"
"It really is Anton Ford!"
"He’s really handsome! I love his eyes the most, like an abyss!"
A major production show, there must be many people in the crew, apart from actors of various roles, there were quite a few staff members.
Nowadays, most young people were fans of Anton Miller because the show he collaborated on with Sean Dalton had become explosively popular, securing his position as an award-winning actor.