Chapter 1950: Is Angel Courting Death?

"What’s the matter? Does Ms. Sawyer have a feeling of déjà vu with me?" Anton Miller asked softly.

He suddenly felt a bit scared, scared that she hadn’t fallen in love with him again. If she regained her memory, would she still leave him resolutely like before?

Anton Miller’s personality hadn’t yet charmed her; she probably still disliked him as she did before, right?

Abby Sawyer smiled, shaking her head, "No, I just feel...we aren’t that unfamiliar."

"Maybe we met in a past life," Anton Ford joked with her lightly, "The soul recognizes the other, hence the feeling of familiarity at first sight. That’s why some people quickly become friends, while others can’t get close even after three years."

Abby laughed at his words.

Not far away, Angel and the director sat down, both looking a bit uncomfortable.

Anton Miller was very perceptive; from the director’s brief pause and step back when entering, he could tell there was something unusual about the relationship between these two.

Why hasn’t Tess Tate come back yet? Abby felt a bit uneasy.

She always felt that being alone with Anton Ford was a bit awkward...also worried about being photographed, and then she would have no way to explain herself.

So, Abby smiled slightly and said to him, "I’ll be right back, need to go to the restroom." Then she got up and left.

Anton Miller leaned back in his chair, picked up his cup, leisurely watching the girl’s back. As soon as he looked, he noticed Angel also stood up and followed Abby.

Anton Ford’s eyes darkened slightly. He put down his cup and got up, striding after them.

He must protect his Abby!

Walking in high heels, Angel crossed her arms, glaring intently at the back of Abby Sawyer, following her steps, not noticing the person behind.

"Abby Sawyer."

At the sink, Abby paused at the sound and turned around, only to see Angel standing tall and proud behind her.

At this moment, Anton Miller turned around to hide, but he pricked up his ears, listening intently for any noise inside.

Abby didn’t expect Angel to be here too. A flash of surprise crossed her light amber eyes.

Angel straightened her back, letting out a cold snort, and directly mocked, "Have you given up on clinging to CEO Kingston and decided to cling to Anton Ford instead?"

Did she see them having dinner together?

"You don’t have to speak so harshly," Abby Sawyer frowned slightly, but her gentle tone carried a trace of firmness, "Don’t think I don’t know the bad things you’ve done."

Angel didn’t seem to care. Anyway, now that she’s with the director, is she still supposed to be afraid of her?

"Violet Sutton told me everything before she left." Abby Sawyer stared at her, "I don’t understand why, as an artist, a star, a senior, you have to push a newcomer like me to the brink."

Hearing this, Angel’s expression changed slightly. She knew?

"You also spread the rumors, didn’t you?" Abby Sawyer’s voice wasn’t loud, but the displeasure and determination in her eyes were enough to make the other’s breath hitch.

Angel was silent...

Outside, Anton Miller’s expression changed instantly. He leaned mischievously against the wall, his deep eyes darkened slightly, his lips curled with a wicked smirk, his brows cast into a layered shadow.

"I don’t necessarily have to explain everything clearly. You know what you’ve done and what you’re thinking," Abby Sawyer, also not easy to deal with, told her, "There’s nothing sordid between Anton Ford and me, not what you’re imagining. I, Abby Sawyer, don’t need to cling to anyone because I’m not you!"

"You..." Angel got angry, "Looking for trouble!" She raised her hand to slap her.

But that raised hand was swiftly caught by Abby, "Angel, I don’t provoke you. I hope you won’t provoke me either, or the days ahead won’t be good for anyone!"

Anton Miller’s chest tightened, his thin lips were pressed together, his eyes suddenly filled with rage. Was Angel looking for trouble?