Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail walked toward Jonell and placed her glass on the bar. Sensing someone next to him, Jonell twisted his

head to look and met Abigail's gaze.

"Ms. Quinn, how can | help you?" Jonell observed her carefully. He had never met Abigail before and noticed that

she was a stark difference from Luna. Abigail slipped into a seat and smirked coldly. "Mr. Davidson, if you have

any plans for my friend, you can always tell me, and we will talk about them." "Who is your friend?" Jones wasn't

about to fall into her trap.

"Luna Smith. You may not know that she had given birth to a child for my brother," Abigail said calmly.

The fact that Luna was once pregnant was not a secret to Jonell, but he didn't know who the child's father was

because of her taking a shot. Because of this, Abigail had to go through strouble for a while to find it out.

"We are not friends, Ms. Quinn. So, you don't have to make small talk with me," Jonell said, getting up to leave.

Wearing a smile, Xavien stopped him from leaving. "There is proof showing that Vincent Pearson is involved in a

scam syndicate. Six months after the interrogation, he confessed that somebody from the Davidson Family had

planned the whole thing. Everyone from the Davidson Family is under investigation. It's not your turn yet simply

because of protocol."

Jonell's expression turned somber. "This is not my problem because I've already emigrated!"

"Emigration does not mean exemption," Xavien said with a cold sneer. "Mr. Davidson, it's best if you negotiate

with us."

Unwavering, Jonell asked, "I heard that Sean Graham knows a detective with international authority. Will this

detective be the one to investigate me?"

Abigail watched his every facial muscle attentively and noticed that he had not a shard of guilt. What a strong

mentality he has!

"We have more evidence than you imagine. Furthermore, all the money from the scam is in Mr. Graham's

possession. Why are you still struggling?" Xavien's tone was laced with sarcasm.

"No matter how much evidence he had, he still died at sea, didn't he? Why are you so anxious? Are you worried

that you'll lose everything after his death?" he pointed out casually. Xavien's face turned icy, and Abigail grabbed

Jonell's collar. "He didn't die!"

"What do you think the sea is? Regardless of how much money you spend, you won't even find his remains!"

Jonell met Abigail's eyes with sarcasm in his eyes.

When Abigail was about to strike him, Xavien held her back.

"Too many people are looking. We can't get into a fight here," he warned in a hushed voice.

Seeing Abigail's bloodshot eyes, Jonell had a good guess in his mind.

At first, he doubted the news of Sean dying at sea. But now, he was pretty sure of its authenticity after seeing

Abigail and Xavien's reactions.

After Xavien dragged Abigail away, she asked, "How's my acting?" Her face was grim and especially unpleasant,

with a hint of sadness.

"You did it amazing," Xavien whispered.

As they got ready to leave, Jones blocked their path, holding a glass of wine in his hand. "Did Sean really have an

accident at sea?" Alas, Jones wanted to have a definitive answer.

Seeing that it was Jones, Xavien softened his expression. "The search at sea is ongoing, but he should be safe."

Jones nodded. The ocean was different from a river, and he doubted that Sean could be saved. Even if they did

find his remains, they would have been halfway damaged by the elements in the sea.

"I remember you have a business deal with Mr. Graham. Is that right?" Xavien asked politely after composing

himself.

Jones sighed. "Since his rescue is uncertain, the deal has to be put off."

"What deal?" Abigail inquired.

Jones didn't hold Abigail in high regard and said bluntly, "Ms. Quinn, as the owner of a high-end women's clothing

brand, you are considered successful amongst females. However, you have little knowledge in the male

domain."

Abigail didn't argue and merely agreed, "You're right."

Her humble attitude made Jones feel that Sean had made a good choice in choosing his partner. At least, this

woman didn't seem to mind it when he mocked her.

After Xavien and Abigail left the place and hopped into their car, Xavien asked while driving, "I wonder if what we

did will be helpful to Mr. Graham or not."

Leaning back in her seat, Abigail watched the unfamiliar scenery outside the window. "This is all we have to do.

The rest is up to him."

The car slowly rolled away. During the drive, Xavien suddenly noticed several cars following them.

"We're being followed!" Xavien informed Abigail promptly.

"| noticed them earlier, but | wasn't sure," Abigail answered, reaching for the hidden weapon she carried with

her.

The car following them ccloser and rear-ended their car.

As Xavien steered the car into balance, he tightened his jaw and warned Abigail, "Hold on tight!"

Abigail nodded.

The pursuing group wanted to steer them into a less busy road. Perhaps they were trying to avoid causing a

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Xavien pushed down the gas pedal, and Abigail looked back. A loud bang echoed right after she took a glance,

and the rear window broke into pieces, with a shard almost striking her eyes.

Her eyeball was almost punctured by glass. As her heart galloped, she ducked and said somberly, "There are a

total of five cars!"