Chapter 199

The person on the other end of the line replied, "It's Abigail Parker, the heiress to the wealthiest family in the city." Gloria reached out the car window and flicked the ash off her cigarette. "You mean she's the heiress of the Parker family?" "Yes." Gloria couldn't help but muse that Abigail was truly a difficult person to deal with; her standing alone made her a formidable opponent. She blew out a puff of smoke, a glint of malice flashing in her eyes. "Got it. You should keep tabs on her for me and let me know what's happening. You'll be well compensated for your time." … Abigail sneezed several times in succession. "Are you coming down with a cold, Abby? Why are you sneezing again? You're so skinny that a gust of wind could just sweep you away!" Yvonne exclaimed, brushing her hand against Abigail's cheek. "I'd say you'd need at least a hurricane for that to happen," Abigail quipped with a perfectly serious expression. Yvonne playfully flicked Abigail's nose, saying, "You