Chapter 86: She Doesn't Have Much Time Left

"Give me another copy of Abigail Green's information."

After his bath, the small spark in Brandon Piers' heart had not fully extinguished. His short hair partially damp, a restless look was evident in his eyes.

Pullan glanced at his young master, finding it all rather strange. Miss Abigail Green's information was unimpressive and plain, hardly captivating. Did the young master really need to peruse it over and over again?

Despite his doubt, Pullan obediently handed over the information.

Three pieces of neatly stapled paper.

Brandon took them, reading them several times. His gaze finally settled on the face of the girl sporting bangs and spectacles, so mundane there was nothing memorable about her.

In normal circumstances, he would probably not even bother to spare her a glance. Ironically, they were tangled up with each other in a complicated manner.