Chapter 88 Delivering Breakfast
When Abigail woke up, she found herself in her own bed.
Staring at the ceiling, she was momentarily dazed as last night's memories came rushing back.
Thinking of Gregory's lustful eyes, his hot breath, and that lingering kiss, she blushed.
Abigail clutched the quilt and rolled around, fanning herself with her hand.
But the heat wouldn't go away.
She quickly got up, freshened up, and went downstairs.
It was still early, and Gregory was already gone. He had probably gone to work.
Ralph saw her and smiled. "Mrs. White, breakfast is ready. I'll bring it out."
Abigail shook her head. "No thanks, Ralph. I'm not hungry. I'm heading to school."
Ralph got serious. "You can't skip breakfast. You'll get stomach problems. Don't follow Mr. White's example."
Abigail paused, confused. "Mr. White has stomach problems?"
Ralph nodded. "Ever since he took over the company, he hasn't been eating properly. He was even hospitalized last year."
Abigail pursed her lips. "Did Mr. White have breakfast this morning?"
"No," Ralph replied.
Abigail's heart clenched. She quickly walked to the kitchen. "Have someone prepare some food and send it to him," she ordered.
Ralph smiled but looked troubled. "I've sent him food before, but he didn't eat it. It probably won't help."
Abigail thought for a moment, then said, "I'll go myself, Ralph. Have someone prepare it."
"Yes, Mrs. White."
Unnoticed by Abigail, Ralph smiled.
As a butler, reading people was a basic skill.
In the past two days, the relationship between Mr. and Mrs. White had become subdued.
He didn't know what had happened, but as a good butler, it was his duty to help them.
After breakfast, Abigail took the lunch box and went to the White Group.
It was her first time there, and she felt nervous.
Gregory was drunk last night; she didn't know if he remembered.
'If he asks, what should I say?'
As she was lost in thought, the driver stopped the car and announced, "Mrs. White, we've arrived at the White Group."
Abigail thanked the driver and got out.
She had sent Gregory a message, but he hadn't replied.
She didn't know if he was busy or mad at her.
Abigail went to the front desk and said to the receptionist, "Hi, I'd like to see Gregory White."
The receptionist was stunned by Abigail's beauty and surprised by her request.
She had worked there for two years and had never heard anyone call Mr. White by name.
The receptionist smiled politely. "Do you have an appointment? Without one, our president doesn't see anyone."
Abigail shook her head. "I don't have an appointment."
The receptionist smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you in."
Her gaze toward Abigail became one of pity.
'Without an appointment, it means Gregory doesn't know her. She's probably another woman trying to get close to him,' the receptionist thought.
'What a waste of such a pretty face. With her looks and figure, she could do better than chasing after Gregory.'
Abigail ignored the receptionist's change in expression and waved her hand. "It's okay, I'll make a call first."
She took out her phone, found Leo's number, and dialed.
Leo answered quickly, sounding surprised. "Mrs. White?"
"Leo, is Mr. White at the office? I brought him lunch and I'm downstairs."
Leo gasped, which was noticeable in the quiet conference room.
Gregory's cold gaze swept over, and Leo quickly lowered his voice. "Mrs. White, please wait a moment."
Facing Gregory's cold stare, Leo leaned in and whispered, "Mr. White, Mrs. White is here with lunch. She's downstairs."
Gregory's expression changed immediately. He stood up and glared at Leo. "You should have told me earlier."
Leo wanted to explain, but Gregory didn't give him the chance.
Gregory just said, "Meeting adjourned," and quickly left the room.
In the conference room, employees watched Gregory leave and started whispering.
Leo cleared his throat and scolded, "Alright, get back to work. The meeting is over."
Downstairs, Abigail hung up and waited at the front desk.
The receptionist glanced at her several times, looking conflicted.
There was amazement but also pity.
She finally couldn't help but say, "Miss, you shouldn't wait. The president won't see you."
Abigail was stunned for a moment, then realized the misunderstanding and started to explain. "Actually, it's not..."
Before she could finish, she was interrupted.
A woman in professional attire and high heels walked over.
The woman frowned at Abigail and asked the receptionist, "What's going on here?"
The receptionist panicked a bit and greeted, "Ms. Thomas, this lady is here to see the president."
Sandra Thomas's gaze swept over Abigail, and she said coldly, "Miss, the White Group isn't a place you can just enter. Please leave."
Abigail explained, "I informed your president before coming."
Sandra crossed her arms and sneered, "Just because you say you informed him doesn't mean you did. Who can prove it?"
Abigail didn't want to argue and showed her phone contacts. "I called Leo. Now do you believe me?"
Seeing Leo's number, Sandra's face darkened.
She had thought Abigail was just another woman trying to seduce Gregory.
She didn't expect her to know Leo.
But with so many people watching, she didn't want to ruin her reputation and continued sternly, "Even if you know Leo, you can't enter without permission. That's the rule."
Abigail smiled lightly. "It's okay, I can wait here."
When she called earlier, Leo said he would come down soon.
Seeing Abigail's determined look, Sandra frowned even more.
Her gaze fell on the lunch box in Abigail's hand, and she sneered, "Many people try to seduce the president. Do you really think you can succeed?"
What she despised most were women who relied on their looks to get close to powerful men.
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