Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 823 Not Short Of Money

The look on Terry's face was grave. "I don't know," he said. "He mentioned going on a trip and then disappeared. We've been searching for him for the past six months."

"He could be staying at your third brother's place," Sean suggested calmly.

Terry looked incredulous upon hearing this. "How is that possible? My brother has been conducting business overseas for years..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a realization dawned on him, prompting him to fall silent.

"Mr. Davidson, your son is attempting to protect you. Given your status, any issues within the Davidson Family would attract significant public scrutiny. It's not something ordinary individuals can handle," Sean explained calmly. After conducting a background check on Eric's parents, he found them to be reputable.

He remained unaware of the tensions between the Davidson Family and the Pearsons.

"Is that so?" Terry's voice softened. After a moment of contemplation, he turned to Sean. "If you require any assistance, please don't hesitate to reach out."

"For now, it's best for you to feign ignorance," Sean advised calmly.

Terry nodded in agreement and said nothing more.

After Terry left, Sean remarked to Lawrence, "No wonder Eric is such a good person. He was raised well by his parents."

"Molly's sons are all quite capable, but it's surprising that only one of them stays on the right path," Lawrence remarked with a sigh.

Sean's primary reason for visiting was to meet with Martin.

Martin had been struggling to secure a position at the hospital recently. Despite his skills, his efforts had been in vain. The Johnson Hospital Research Institute lacked international recognition, and the medications they developed did not bear his name, resulting in a lack of interest.

When Lawrence called for Martin, Abigail noticed how much Martin had aged.

Indeed, the job search process could be draining. Even someone as skilled as Martin encountered obstacles.

"Which hospital are you interested in?" Sean inquired directly.

"The Metro Hospital, which is the largest one with the best reputation," Martin responded. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Sean nodded. "I can arrange for you to get in, but on the condition that your son assists me with a task. I understand his health condition, so I won't push him too hard."

"It's up to him," Martin replied. He had never asked Andrew for help, nor had he considered leveraging Andrew's abilities to improve his circumstances.

As he aged, and with time running out, all he desired was for Andrew's leg to heal.

Sean approached Andrew, who was engrossed in watching anime and glanced at him.

Andrew noticed his gaze and looked up. "Is there something you need?"

"Have you ever been to the movies?" Sean asked, taking a seat beside him on the couch.

Andrew had never been to the movies, of course.

"I've heard of them," he replied, a glimmer of hope in his voice.

Sean regarded him with a kind look. "I can create a space for you that resembles a movie theater where you can watch films. There's an animated movie in 3D that's highly acclaimed and was featured at the Berlin Film Festival."

Andrew's interest was piqued.

He had high standards for visual entertainment, and Sean's words resonated with him.

"I'm sure you can check if that movie is still available on TV, but it's best experienced in 3D at the theater," Sean suggested softly.

After a moment of contemplation, Andrew looked at the TV and inquired, "What do you need my help with?"

"Assist me in developing an app. It must be inaccessible without my authorization, and the operation should be complex," Sean explained, locking eyes with him.

Andrew thought it sounded like a straightforward task and scratched his head. "Sure, sounds simple enough."

Sean thought to himself that Abigail truly struck gold.

Does this guy have any idea how intricate developing such an app can be? Of course, there are geniuses in every field. The abilities of a genius always exceed those of ordinary people.

"I'll give you a month to work on it," Sean said, patting his shoulder.

"I don't need a month; I can finish it in a few days. Your movie theater should be ready in a few days, too," Andrew replied.

"Deal." Sean couldn't help but smile.

Sean stood up and walked over to Martin's side, saying, "Come, I'll take you to start your new job."

"Is that all?" Martin asked, looking surprised.

"I heard you are very capable of doing modern medicine research. Would you like to join the Pharmaceutical Research Institute?" Sean inquired.

Martin was still very passionate about research after having been in the industry for his entire lifetime.

"Once you join the Pharmaceutical Research Institute, your reputation will grow. Your work will be recognized by everyone in the future." Sean expressed his hope that Martin wouldn't waste his talent.

How many people would dedicate themselves to research for a decade like him?

"Great!" Martin exclaimed happily, glancing at Abigail.

Abigail smiled and said, "Work hard."

"Got it," Martin replied with a smile.

After sorting out Martin's affairs, Sean purchased a house for them in Capitalis.

Abigail, as a consultant, expressed some concern. "You bought such an expensive house. Do you have the funds?"

"It's been six months, and the 400 million should've been handled by now. Don't underestimate me," Sean said with a smile.

Abigail smiled back. "I really admire people like you who know how to make money!"

"You're also skilled at making money, so don't underestimate yourself. What do you think about turning this room into a theater?" Sean suggested, leading her into a specially designed room that could serve as a small screening theater.