Travis Miller looked at her coldly, "Why were you with him?"
Abigail Hemsworth had an expression that it was obvious, "We're in the same class and the same club, isn't it normal to be together?"
Travis Miller turned and opened the passenger door, as Abigail Hemsworth was about to bend down and get in, she was stopped by Travis Miller who grabbed her arm.
"What same club?"
"Um... coding and programming."
Travis Miller narrowed his long, dark eyes, "Is this hobby something you can't get past? How long has it been, and the passion hasn't faded?"
Abigail Hemsworth smiled lightly, "I'm quite impressed with myself this time, being able to stick with it for so long. Maybe in a few years, you might have to hire me with a high salary to work for you. Let go of me, you're hurting my arm."
Travis Miller released her arm, chuckled, "I bet you haven't typed much code. If you encounter a business spy and they grab you and interrogate you, you'd sell me out in less than two minutes."
