Abbysca Transmigration

Supporting Role Will Not Forever Be a Supporting Role

"Why haven't you moved as I said?"

In a stuffy and low-light room, two men of different ages were sitting opposite each other with distinctly different expressions. The old man with his creepy and impatient face. And the young man with a calm and flat look, as if not affected in the slightest by the creepy air that emanated from the person in front of him.

"Why should I listen to you?" he even asked back. The thing that makes an old man glare is not playing.

"Don't mess around, boy!"

The young man's beautiful eyebrows shot up, revealing a disturbed look on his beautiful face. "I'll move if I want to. Not because of anyone's orders."

The coldness around them grew increasingly tense because the aura of wanting to finish each other emanated from the two.

Feeling that there was nothing more to talk about, the young man slowly got up - making the old chair he had been sitting on since creaking from the friction on the floor.

"Don't weaken just because of your sister!"

The young man's steps stopped, but was too lazy to look back. "You don't deserve to talk about my brother, sir." After that, he actually left from there. Leaving behind the middle-aged man who could only remain silent while staring at his disappearance.

"The child is too slow to move, should I start it?"

. . .

At nineteen past five, Juna was driving his car at moderate speed. In addition to not wanting to harm yourself for driving like a crazy person, Juna also felt very tired because it had been three days overtime.

Occasionally, his right fingers that do not hold the wheel will go up to massage his forehead that feels dizzy. Supposedly, she let Erik drive her home earlier.

"Are you okay, sir?"

Juna held his breath when he heard the voice beside him. He had almost forgotten a young woman who had been a subordinate for several weeks in the office sitting at the steering wheel.

The man glanced at her a little before replying, "yes. Where's your home address?"

"Herones Street, sir." The young woman replied in a soft tone. He felt bad about having to trouble his boss again tonight. Actually, he had already refused when Juna told him to get into the man's luxurious car. However, Juna's face when not wanting to be refuted was quite terrible for her. So, he had to come along.

Juna nodded as he watched the highway at night which was not at all stretchable. "You've already told Damar about tomorrow's event, haven't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"The meeting was quite important. So, don't make a mistake!" Juna warned firmly.

"Okay, I understand sir." The woman returned obediently.

"You'll leave with Damar, he'll definitely be able to guide you well." Juna continued without looking.

There was a pause between their conversations because the woman involved pondered, like surprised to hear the words of her superior. "Sorry, Sir. Aren't I going with you?"

"No. Who told you that?" Juna replied lightly, without caring about the reaction of the woman beside him who was like a disappointment. "I'll accompany someone tomorrow, so I won't go in. Do your job well."

"Good, sir."

The woman looked away from the window, reluctant to look to the side. The tightness that hit his heart left him helpless. Expecting something far enough out of reach does always end in pain. He knew it, but he did it anyway.

. . .

Because he immediately left in his own car when they arrived at the Anggara residence and made sure Abby went into his room. And now, Abby herself is struggling with various skin care products scattered on the dressing table. Although at first he felt strange about all these things, but gradually he realized that taking care of the body was very important for the sake of his health and fitness.

Abby's been doing this a lot, and she does it every day. But still he was amazed by his own appearance. For how could there be skin as smooth and smooth as this? Abby even had so much trouble finding pores there. The next second Abby snorted, you rich man. This person would have never thought of anything complicated other than eating, sleeping and having fun. Not like her who lived so hard.

The movement of his hands that were patting both cheeks was stopped when his eyes accidentally caught a neatly stored paper bag on a round table in the corner of the room.

Juna is indeed less work, why give him a lot of new clothes if the old one has not been able to use? not to mention Gara who every day always sends different gifts to this house. Are the two men showing off their wealth to her?

Abby sat back and looked at the contents of the bag she was holding. His mouth was half open when he saw that there were two black boxes there. One contained a beautiful pink watch, then one larger box was a set of jewelry that looked beautiful but not her taste.

Not because the items were purchased from a medium-sized store, but Abby did not like the design and color of the item. Abby looks pondering with a frown. Just this time she felt Juna was wrong to give her the goods. In fact, so far Abby has always liked the goods that Juna gives because it seems like the man already knows the taste he wants.

But even so, Abby still tried it. The woman placed the watch on her right wrist. Yeah, even if it doesn't fit too well, but it's not bad either. Maybe, Abby will wear it once in a while.

Tok tok!

"Abby, you haven't slept yet, have you? I'm going in."

That's Juna's voice.

And Abby was too late to react or just to stand open the door because Juna had already entered her room first.

"Sister, just got home?" abby asked, standing up, watching Juna who had just kept the parcel on her bed.

Abby glanced at it and couldn't help but snort. Another gift?

Juna did not answer. The man opened his expensive suit, kept his briefcase, then threw his large body on the bed. "Hm..how's the party?" juna asked while looking at the ceiling of Abby's room.

Abby was still standing at the side of the bed, staring at the brother who was closing his eyes. "Yes, it's normal. Nothing interesting." Abby replied with origin. Because of the pain, the woman sat on the bed. "Sister must be tired, want me to massage?"

Juna quickly opened his eyes and turned to Abby in surprise, "you don't have any expertise in that field, so there's no need to force yourself!" it was an insult neatly wrapped in a piece of advice. Abby was really upset to hear that.

"Curtain! It's also like losing expertise in giving things to me." Abby drew closer to Juna and showed him a watch she had just worn, "look! since when do I like to wear a watch? especially pink." Abby Protest.

Juna who saw it seemed to shrivel up while carrying his body to get up, sat facing Abby. "Where do you get cheap stuff like this?" ask her with a plain look.

The woman snorted in disbelief, "of course from Big Brother. Who else is it from?"

"Huh?" Juna was dumbstruck, staring at the watch his sister was wearing. "I never thought I'd give anything like this to you."

Abby let out a tired sigh, "Self gave this to me the other day. See wrapper! this is a gift from Brother." Abby was patient.

"The bag is like this, but I didn't buy you a watch. Don't you like wearing watches?" juna asked with a real confused look.

Abby nodded, "i also thought Brother's taste was down earlier."

The two were silent while looking at each other.

"What's that thing swapped out?"

Abby puts her shoulder up, "where do I know."

. . .

TB

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