Chapitre 271: Abigail’s true identity

Christopher, seated behind his desk, glanced up at Benjamin with curiosity and concern. Sensing the urgency in Benjamin's demeanor, he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the phone in Benjamin's hands.

Benjamin extended the phone toward him, his hands slightly trembling.

Christopher took it, wondering whom he had found.

The hidden enemy?

As Christopher's gaze met the screen, his eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat.

"Abigail," he murmured.

Her side profile was unmistakable, and her features were beautifully captured.

He kept staring at the photo speechlessly, mouth agape. He studied the photo, his mind racing, trying to process the reality before him.

The woman he had yearned for, the woman whose memory had haunted him, now materialized in front of his eyes. The image stirred a myriad of emotions within him—longing, confusion, and a flicker of hope.