Chapter 90 Scapegoat
Kevin was about to say something, but Abigail asked, “Between you asking for his help and you. giving me the meds, has your phone ever left your sight?”
Victor mused over it. A moment later, he said, “Damian gave me a gla*s of water when he was taking my size. He chatted with me for a bit after I drank the water, and then I took a nap.”
Kevin licked his l*ps. “Who knows what you did in that room? He wouldn’t admit to creating this chat history to scapegoat you.” A pause later, Kevin grinned. “And what good does that bring to
him?”
Luna raised her hand. “Of course there is. If he ruins my a*sistant’s reputation, then my reputation
gets ruined as well. He wasn’t going after Victor. Victor’s just the cannon fodder in this war. His
target was and is still me. And my a*sistant.”
“There’s no proof of that. You believe his conjecture?” Kevin licked his l*ps. He had a smile on his face, but the look in his eyes was icy.
Abigail said, “There is proof. Your production team doesn’t have the meds he wanted. Must’ve been bought online and delivered here. You can find that out, can’t you?”
Kevin looked at Abigail and smiled. “Fine, I’ll look into it for you, but I’ll have to tell Mr. Graham.”
He took his phone out and called Sean.
Victor was kneeling on the ground. His face was drenched in sweat, and he was shaking
uncontrollably. Abigail looked at him silently.
Kevin’s call made it through. He said loudly, “Mr. Graham, we’ll have to investigate the evidence we
have. Ms. Quinn wants the suspect to remain in the production team.”
Abigail pursed her l*ps. That’s our goal, but you could’ve made it subtler.
Kevin held his phone away from his ear. Sean said coolly, “What investigation? Just kick everyone involved out of the production team. Is that so hard?”
“Then we’ll have to kick the designer, the model, and the kitchen staff.” Kevin grinned at Abigail, his eyes twinkling flirtatiously.
Abigail took the phone and said hello. Sean said nothing. However, his silence made the air around them tense. Luna approached Abigail and tugged on her sleeve. She hoped Abigail would deal with
ratio ally.
“We can fire all of them, but if someone can prove Victor’s innocence, can he stay?” Abigail asked softly.
Impatiently, Sean asked, “And the reason for your insistence on his extended existence is?”
“I only want justice, Sean. That’s why we made this show, isn’t it?” said Abigail coolly, but she was serious about the matter.
Luna and Kevin looked at her. Victor clenched his fists as well. Silence fell upon them again, and the confrontation was making the tension strain further.
Kevin stared at Abigail for a moment, then he took his phone back. He said, “I think she has a point. If we don’t investigate this well, the culprit will have scapegoated an innocent man successfully. They can and will keep on pulling the same trick. I don’t want my show to be called evil and
morally bankrupt.”
Sean hung up.
Luna held Abigail’s wrist. Gently, she said, “It’s alright.”
As a designer, Abigail climbed through the ranks of fame with nothing but pure skill. Her alias,
Alana, was known by everyone thanks to that. She despised unfair competitions and contests with
strings attached to them. It was supposed to be something that was determined by skill, not trickery
and conspiracy. Her insistence on getting justice for Victor was her act of holding her creed up.
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While Kevin taking Victor away, Abigail blurted, “If this is going to be an unfair show, then I’m
pulling out.”
Kevin turned around and smiled at her. “At this rate, this guy is going to fall for you.”
Abigail looked at Victor. Victor quickly said, “I won’t. I swear.”
Not long after Kevin was gone, Luna wanted to say something, but her phone rang. She clicked her tongue and checked it. The call was made by the maid she hired for Abigail, and she looked solemn. She looked at Abigail and gently asked, “What’s wrong, Julie?”
Abigail was reminded of her grandmother, and she frowned.
