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Gritting her teeth tightly, Abigail lifted her gaze from the paper before her to look at Kian. Her expression was as cold as ice, and her gaze toward Kian was sharp, like when she struck Kian in the café. 

Sitting a mere few meters from her, Kian's condescending look was suddenly replaced by a frail and frightened look. 

"W-Why are you looking at me like that, Abigail? Do you want to harm me again?" Kian asked in a trembling voice while raising his hand to shield himself, scared of her. 

But Abigail could see how fake he was; she saw a hint of mocking in his eyes. 

"What a fake human being you are, Kian! Are you afraid of me? Tsk! Tsk! You are such a loser!" Abigail wanted to say that but was held back. She was worried she couldn't hold back giving this evil man a powerful slap. 

Amusingly looking at his fakeness, Abigail turned her gaze away from Kian, saw the police officer, and pushed the paper to him.