At the office, Abby encountered Duri in the elevator. At first, for a second, her feet stalled and dumbstruck with her eyes fixed on him, but after that, she managed to go inside.

 

"In what way did you choose him to be your contract husband?" Asked Duri. His voice filled with disdain, which triggered her anger.

 

Abby forced herself to be quite clenching her fist.

 

"Since when did you two become close enough to go this far?" He queried her. It was like he wanted to build a wrangle with her.

 

*Ding*

 

Abby's focus dragged to the elevator door that was departing, exposing the hallway.

 

"Mind your own business!" Abby...