Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon
Chapter 129: Meet Vincent Lee

Chapter 129: Meet Vincent Lee

"Alright, we spend so much time talking here. Paul might frown at us for letting his well-prepared lunch get cold if we don’t go downstairs now," Sawyer breaks the silence. "Hurry, go change..."

"Can I use your bathroom?"

He nods with a smile. "Sure. I left some toiletries inside for you to use."

"Ah, I think I better go upstairs, take a bath, and change—"

"Oh, come on, now, my love. I think you can return to your house after lunch. It’s a delicious lunch you wouldn’t want to miss. Agree?"

When she sees how firm he is now, Abigail quickly understands and says nothing. She rushes to his bathroom to clean herself.

***

Abigail felt worried and tense as she walked outside his bedroom, heading to the dining room. Although she had often met several staff members who worked at Sawyer’s residence, she still felt nervous.

Noticing her anxiety, Sawyer held Abigail’s hand and glanced at her with a reassuring smile.

He gently squeezed her hand as they entered the elevator, which would take them directly to the first floor.

Leaning close, he whispered, "Don’t be nervous, Abby; no one will be there—only Paul. And he is the best butler in the world. He is always calm and never shows his emotions before me, except when I say something and do the opposite."

Sawyer had already ensured that no one else would be present when they arrived, understanding that she might feel stressed meeting people for the first time in his home. He wanted to give her time to adjust.

Relieved, Abigail slowly smiled at him. "I’m not nervous," she responded softly, though her cold hand betrayed her, and Sawyer could feel it.

To distract her, Sawyer shifted the conversation to their plans for the day.

"Abby, you can return to your house after lunch to change. And from now on, you don’t have to use the back door; you can take this elevator to your house."

"It’s fine," Abigail politely declined. "I could use the stairs for my daily training. I need to exercise again, or my agility will get rusty." She felt that going to her house daily would be a hassle if she had to detour to his place just to use the elevator.

Hearing her words, Sawyer became distracted as he recalled Abigail’s swift moves to subdue his colleagues the day before. He had only watched the CCTV footage, and it was clear that Abigail knew martial arts.

However, the elevator door opened before he could ask her about it, revealing Paul waiting for them outside.

"Master Sawyer, Miss Abigail..." Paul greeted them politely but without any specific emotion. He also gestured for them to proceed to the dining area.

"I’ve already asked the chef to reheat lunch. I hope you don’t mind, sir. The food tastes best when it is still slightly hot," Paul continued as he followed them.

"Of course, I don’t mind," Sawyer replied, pulling a chair for Abigail. He asked her softly, "How about you, Abby? I can ask the chef to prepare something else fresh for you." His question made her feel shy again.

Abigail quickly smiled, slightly shook her head, signaling refusal, and turned to Paul, saying, "It’s nice to see you again, Paul. Thank you..."

"Young Miss, it is my pleasure to see you again," Paul replies, bowing his head before quickly leaving the room. He feels guilty about deceiving her the day before.

"Alright, Abby, you really need to eat now," Sawyer urges her to begin her lunch. She says nothing more and starts to enjoy her meal.

...

Abigail and Sawyer didn’t linger too long in the dining room because they wanted to rush to the hospital.

When they arrived at the basement, Abigail was once again stunned to see several cars parked there. She recognized a few of them as the ones Sawyer usually drives when he meets her.

She smiled, remembering the first day he drove her home when he insisted on parking in the front yard while she worried the homeowner might return.

’Gosh! Sawyer would probably laugh to death inwardly if that happened, right?’ she thought, glancing at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Abby?" Sawyer asked with a smile, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I can’t believe there’s a basement here. No wonder I never saw your car parked in the front yard," Abigail said, glancing back at the row of expensive cars that she usually spotted on television or the street.

She had never seen him drive that car because he always chose to drive the more common vehicle whenever they met.

"Since you stay upstairs, I park here. I worry you would recognize my car. Lately, I’ve been entering through the staff gate at the back of the house, so you’ve never seen my car come in," Sawyer chuckled.

"Mr. Jones, sorry to trouble you..." Abigail smiled, but her expression changed when she noticed a car stopping before them. It was Brody, sitting behind the wheel. She tightened her grip on Sawyer’s hand, feeling nervous.

"Let’s go. Time to meet your admirer," Sawyer teased, leading her toward the car.

Abigail felt even more embarrassed, thinking Brody was interested in her. In reality, Brody only followed his boss’s orders to protect her.

Before they reached the car, the passenger door suddenly swung open, revealing an unfamiliar man. He briefly nodded at Sawyer before opening the back door for them.

Abigail noticed the calm expression on the man’s face. His long, shoulder-length hair, neatly tied back, caught her attention. He wore clothes similar to Brody’s: a black shirt, cargo pants, and black sneakers. However, a glance revealed that he was much younger than Brody.

Sawyer returned the man’s slight nod before pausing to look at Abigail.

"Abby, let me introduce you to this man. Like Brody, he is one of my most trusted people. His name is Vincent Lee. From now on, he will be your chauffeur and bodyguard." Sawyer’s casual words hit Abigail like thunder.