Her Wicked Ceo (Abigail and Liam)

Chapter 180

Nate didn't deny or admit it, but Ted knew that it was true.

"Well, you are so crafty."

Nate smiled, "You are a boss of an entertainment company, but you know less than me. Are you

competent for your job?"

Ted was speechless.

"Well, I'll wait for your photos. See you."

"Even if she is Liam's ex-wife, it doesn't mean that he will fall in love with her," Ted said word by word.

"Let's wait and see!"

"OK!"

As soon as Ted hung up the phone, he immediately called his secretary.

"Check the identity of Abigail..." Ted said.

He had to know everything, at least.

***

With Ted's permission, Abigail was relieved.

She believed that they would do what they promised.

Abigail was relieved to think of it.

After Liam arrived at the company, he went to the office. Abigail also went back to work.

Before she got to her seat, she was surrounded by the gossipy employees of the Design Department.

"Abigail, what is going on?"

"Abigail, you are so lucky."

"Miss Swift, you hid so much. It happened a long time ago."

As soon as Abigail arrived at the Design Department, they caught her and pinned her to her seat. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

They had waited for her for a long time, wondering what the hell happened. Upon seeing her now, they

hurriedly asked her.

Abigail silently smiled at them.

Finally, they all stopped talking and looked at Abigail, "Say something."

Abigail smiled, "You keep talking. How can I speak?"

"Okay, we won't talk. Tell us the truth." Jane said.

Hearing this, Abigail looked at them, "What do you want to know?"

"Miss Swift, the news about you is being posted on the front page of magazines. Don't you have

anything to tell us?"

"Do you believe the gossip magazines?" Abigail blinked and said.

She looked serious. They thought that the news was just fake.

"Girl, even if the news is fake, it's true that they invited you to dance, right? How do you explain it?" A

colleague asked.

She held the magazine and pointed at it.

Abigail looked at the magazine. It... was hard to explain.

"Abigail, do you know this returnee?" At this moment, another colleague asked, "He's so handsome

that he is no worse than Mr. Jones."

Looking at her, Abigail paused and then nodded, "Well, he's my... mentor."

"Mentor?" They were stunned.

Abigail smiled and nodded, "Yes, he is the mentor who taught me design in London." As she spoke,

Abigail smiled innocently to show that it was just so simple.

"You never mentioned it before," Jane said.

"I didn't know he had come back until I went to Alexia's party with Mr. Jones."

"So, they invited you to dance with them?"

Abigail nodded, "Yes, he didn't know that I went with Mr. Jones, so he invited me to dance. And we

were photoed by reporters." Abigail said guiltily.