Abigail

Abigail smiled as she mixed the drinks. "I've learned how to bartend. The owner's a fellow biker, so I come here to earn some extra cash and have a few drinks."

"A whiskey?"

Abigail asked casually.

Her height and demeanor gave her the air of a legendary heroine, especially as she worked behind the bar.

Ryan nodded. Abigail poured a glass of Black Label whiskey, added ice, and handed it to him. She poured herself a glass as well.

They clinked glasses lightly and took a sip. Abigail then asked seriously, "Junior, I'm a straightforward person. I just want to confirm with you tonight—are you really planning to buy that villa?"

"Yeah, why?"

Ryan nodded happily.

Abigail hesitated, then said in a trembling voice, "If you're serious about buying it, buy it through me. I'm really desperate for the money right now."

Ryan laughed. "You called me out just to talk about this? Didn't you say I'm already registered under your name?"