It's that you?

Kinsley was the type of guy who didn't like wasting time. As much as possible, he always acts quickly and precisely. Without saying much, he stepped on the gas and drove his car without a driver leaving the mansion area to his office.

Today is Monday when heavy traffic and even traffic jams are not uncommon. Nothing happened at first, and Kinsley drove at a moderate speed so as not to make things worse on the road. However, just as the road started to loosen up, a car from behind rushed past and hit the front bumper of his car. To avoid a series of accidents, Kinsley quickly swerved to the left and braked the car suddenly.

The squeaky sound of friction between car tires and the asphalt of the road was loud. Luckily, Kinsley could avoid hitting the road divider in time until his current situation was delicate.

The front car that hit the bumper had stopped. A young, beautiful woman in a blood-red dress got out of the vehicle and approached Kinsley.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The woman, whose name is not known, looks annoyed and irritated. She knocked three times on the window on the side of the car door with her lips talking like she was nagging. "Excuse me. Can we talk for a minute?" Shouted the woman, who was not very clear when heard from inside the car.

Kinsley quickly opened his car window; he felt she had taken up too much of his time. He hadn't said a word yet, and the woman in front of him immediately grumbled at length with her left hand on her hips.

"Next time you're driving with your eyes. Can't you see your car has crossed the barrier? Because of you, I couldn't make it to the Party on time. How are you responsible for all this?"

She is a beautiful girl with a face that looks even cuter even though she is nagging.

'Why do I feel the presence of Abigail's soul in this woman in front of me?' Kinsley thought. As soon as he felt the presence of Abigail's soul in the woman's body, Kinsley decided to get out of the car.

He opened the car door and got out with his hands in his pants pockets as he approached the girl.

"Sorry, before speaking, it's better to look at the surveillance camera first. You can see on the surveillance camera which is at fault in this matter. You can come to that address if you do it because you want compensation." Kinsley handed him his business card; he didn't want to waste time and got into the car, leaving the girl stunned to see him go.

'Abigail… can I finally find the reincarnation of your soul?' he thought. Not wanting to guess uncertainly, Kinsley continued to the office.

Amid the current global market competition, Kinsley leads one of the largest companies in Broughton Country, namely the Silver Stone Company, with the help of his assistant Allard Russell, and can penetrate the international market in the construction and real estate fields.

In front of the head office, the employees who used to serve the leader were already waiting for Kinsley's car to arrive. Once inside the office grounds, Kinsley parked his sports car in front of the main office door, and next, a female employee came to greet him.

The car door opened. Kinsley got out of the car while holding the car keys in his left hand. While in his right hand, he has a briefcase to be given to an employee who usually brings work equipment to his room.

The woman received his briefcase and bowed, "Welcome, Mr. Kinsley. Assistant Allard is waiting in your room," said the employee who served Kinsley in the office daily.

Without replying to his employee's words, Kinsley walked into the office, followed by the employee who had just received his briefcase.

Along Kinsley's stride, the employee who saw the reflex stood up and bowed. His subordinates respect him in the office, even though his nature is known as a dictator and a workaholic. So no wonder, whoever saw him passing in front of them, no one dared to raise their head, let alone whisper.

Kinsley's workspace is on the 25th floor. On that floor, there is only his workspace and all the facilities that only the head of the company has. There was also another room on that floor where his secretary—Allard.

Arriving at the 25th floor using a special elevator that certain people only use, Kinsley saw Allard standing with his back in front of his office door with a worried look.

What's with him?

"Come in, Allard. Why are you waiting at the door like a missing person?" Kinsley asked as he approached the door.

"Don't make fun of me. I'm doing this, of course, because this is your private study. It would be rude of me to enter without permission."

Kinsley glanced at the Assistant and his friend with a smirk. "You know manners too, apparently." sarcasm.

Remembering that the clerk who had brought his bag had followed him, Kinsley turned around. The employee reflexively lowered his head.

"Sir, your bag..." The clerk handed his bag to Kinsley without daring to raise his head.

Kinsley took his bag and said, "Thank you. You go back to your study!" The order and the employee said goodbye to leave the room.

Allard opened the door and motioned for Kinsley to enter. He didn't forget to close the door tightly as if he was going to talk about important things that no one should know.

Kinsley sat in a high-end chair and put his hands in front of the table. His demeanor turned sterner, and his face looked cold and untouchable.

Now in the room, there were only Kinsley and Allard. Within seconds, Allard's demeanor changed. He immediately dropped to the floor and stood on his knees to salute.

"I, Allard Russell, pay my respects to His Majesty King Kinsley Rodriguez de Castillo—the ruler of the Kingdom of Willesden. May glory be with you always."