Chapter 389 Drawing Boundaries
Garrett did not follow Tristan out of the room because Cameron blocked his path.
“The police will be here soon. I think you’ll be safer in prison than with Tristan,” Cameron stated. coldly.
Garrett was filled with regret over agreeing to help Tristan target Abigail.
Not long after Tristan walked away, he received a call from his boss.
As soon as the call was connected, Mr. Blanc furiously demanded, “Just what happened with Abigail Quinn’s arm? What did I tell you? Do not go overboard on set. If you want to target someone, see what kind of person they are first.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Tristan promised immediately.
Mr. Blanc simply hung up.
Tristan opened up Instagram to find that the video of Abigail’s fall was among the top three trending videos.
He swiftly closed the app and called the company’s public relations department.
“Do you even know how to do your job? Delete that video from Instagram already! When will you even get to it?”
The public relations team was furious as well. “Do you think we’ve been doing nothing? The moment we take it down, someone uploads another copy of it. The people are now complaining about us. The boss said to leave it for now. You’ll be the one to resolve it. Either come up with a public apology or a better solution to pacify the outrage.”
Tristan angrily hung up the call.
When he turned around to find that Garrett had not followed him out of the room, he scowled.
He really should not have visited Abigail today.
Soon, he called the investors he knew, pulling every string he had to get everyone who could potentially affect L.Moon and their business involved.
In the end, he had to teach Abigail a lesson. Otherwise, she might genuinely think she was a
miracle worker.
Once the calls were done, he returned to the office.
Meanwhile, Garrett was arrested and taken away for further questioning.
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Sean downloaded the videos from his laptop and forwarded them to Abigail, who stared at him in shock.
She looked at Sean’s laptop, which had been turned to have its screen facing her bed sometime during the day.
“I know you and Eric plan on taking Tristan down. Is this enough? If so, don’t be with him.” Sean
said to her.
“I don’t particularly need that evidence, she replied
He instinctively frowned.
“If you give it to me, I’ll give you something else in return. What do you need? I’ll give you anything as long as it’s within reason. Do you want money or designs…”
“I don’t care if you use the evidence. I don’t need money, so anything you can compensate me with is useless, he interrupted coldly.
Cameron was panicking on his behalf. Sean could have asked for her hand or heart in return, but why did he not ask for that?
Abigail knew Sean was telling the truth.
He did not need to hesitate or plan when he wanted to take down Tristan. That was because he had the capability and power to do so.
“Leave it be for now,” she said in an aloof voice.
She was literally declaring that she would never take anything from him.
Sean gritted his teeth in anger. “Is it because you’ll owe me a favor? Are you that afraid of owing me a favor?”
“Are you looking for a fight again?” she asked, turning to look at him.
“Do you think I want to? Why won’t you use perfectly good evidence? Just use your brain for a bit!” he exclaimed angrily.
“Mr. Graham, you know full well why I’m doing this. I’m drawing boundaries,” she calmly replied.
Of course, he knew that. Otherwise, she would not have met Maisy.
“Do you think you can draw a line between us just because you want to?” he abruptly asked.
Cameron silently sl*pped out of the room.
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She huffed and did not speak.
“You’re the one who said you love me. You insisted on marrying me. Now, you’re the one who’s giving up. Is your love that cheaply bought?” Sean asked as his ch*st puffed up in anger.
Her brows twitched in an obvious tell that she was seething.
“You said our marriage was a failure. I keep thinking about what you said. I know I was in the wrong. Can we please have a chance to start over?” he asked, staring at her.
Abigail’s fingers trembled from where they were hiding beneath the blanket. Moments later, she said, “I thought you finally understood that I don’t love you anymore. I didn’t think you still didn’t get it. Fine. It’s just like you say: my love is cheap. I don’t care what you think.”
Sean felt a heavy weight on his chest. His l*ps twitched as if to speak, but in the end, he said nothing and just marched out of the room.
She let out a ma*sive sigh of relief when he left.
She dazedly looked up at the ceiling. Frankly, she might have been willing to hold onto him for a few more years if he had told her all of this before their divorce.
Regardless, now that she was free of the Grahams, she understood just how disgraceful and masochistic it was for a woman to allow her husband’s family to humiliate her just for love.
That was why she refused to return no matter what he said. She refused to live and deferred to the old crone who had hurt her and her grandmother just because of Sean.
Sean did not care for anything she could give him in return. So, she would ensure he would think otherwise in the future.
Now that she thought about it, she had been competing with Sean since the moment she met him.
At first, she wanted him to love her. Now, she wanted to make sure he could never look down on her and underestimate her again.
As her mind slowly wandered back to her b*dy, she let out a self-deprecating chuckle.
She still cared about Sean. Even though she couldn’t accept him into her heart, she was still inadvertently affected by him.
Not long after Sean left, Cameron also walked into the room to retrieve the laptop.”
“Cameron, what do you think of me?” she asked suddenly when she spotted him packing up the laptop and documents.
