Chapter 38: The Cursed Mansion – An Unexpected Companion
I had barely stepped out of the banquet hall, reaching for my phone to book a cab, when a hand grabbed my wrist.
I turned, already irritated, only to see Abigail standing there, her expression unreadable.
Without a word, she pulled me toward her car, her grip firm.
I let out a low chuckle, amused by her persistence.
"What's this about, Ms. Bardot?" I asked coolly, raising an eyebrow.
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she stared at me, as if searching for something in my eyes, something she couldn't quite understand.
Then, finally, she spoke.
"What was that back there? What happened to you? You've become... like this."
Her voice held a mix of frustration, confusion, and something else—something she wouldn't admit.
I smirked, shaking my head as I stepped back slightly, forcing her to let go of my wrist.
"I'm exactly what you made me, Ms. Bardot." I paused, letting my words sink in before adding, "And right now, I have work to do. You can go ahead and comfort your Joshua."