Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 388 For Your Sake Abigail just calmly sat there and observed the men during the entire confrontation.

Tristan's head was spinning. The slap had caused his entire head to feel numb.

Sean walked over to Tristan, who was still on the ground, and used the sharp point of his leather shoes to step on Tristan's finger. Just as Tristan was about to scream in pain, Sean said, "Did you know that people who are deemed too noisy would have their tongues cut off?" Tristan hastily swallowed his screams and started struggling to free himself.

Cameron casually rotated the wrist of the hand he used to slap Tristan as he glared at Tristan like he was a starving wolf itching to pounce on his prey.

"Tell me. What happened with the cable suspension system?" Sean looked at Garrett.

Garrett's legs had turned to jelly as he parted his mouth to speak but found himself unable to do so for a few long moments.

"I can handle this myself, Sean," Abigail interjected.

"I'm disciplining Tristan because what he did angered me. The suspension system is a secondary issue. Do not think I'm doing this for your sake," Sean retorted, giving her a side-eye.

Meanwhile, Cameron was silently grumbling about how Sean was being stubborn again.

Sean's response made Abigail awkwardly look away, As Sean looked at Garrett, his dark eyes seemed to be deep wells that would suck the other in before tearing them to pieces.

person Garrett's face was beaded with sweat. When he saw Tristan's stormy glare, he hurriedly looked away. Nonetheless, he did not even dare to look at Sean.

"I'm not a patient man. What just happened to Tristan is just an appetizer. If I get my hands on the evidence, I'll have no issues getting you imprisoned for a decade. Well, I'm a rather vengeful person. Whether or not your family will drown in a harbor somewhere will depend on my mood," Sean slowly declared.

That was the final straw for Garrett.

He frantically fell to his knees with a thud as he blurted, "Tristan toldto do it! He planned on destroying the hand Alana used to draw and write. I didn't mean to do it. He smeared grease on the equipment and even made sure to include a degreaser in the water we used to splash Miss WWW 1/3 Alana! I was only following orders. I really didn't mean to do it!" "You're going to die, Garrett... Aargh!" However, just as Tristan said that, Sean stomped harder on his hand.

The pain was so bad that he nearly fainted. Eventually, Sean lifted his foot and casually said, "I'm sorry. I just realized I was stepping on your hand." How Tristan regretted visiting Abigail on this day. He ended up clashing with someone as unpredictable as Sean. He just did not understand how this had happened. Sean should have known he was not someone he should offend after doing a simple background check on who his backer was.

When Abigail saw that the terrifying scene ended just like that, she knew that Tristan had met his match. Still, Sean had always been this violent toward those he disliked.

Certain people could not be reasoned with. The only way to get them to stop causing trouble was by beating them up.

Abigail watched Tristan climb to his feet with shivering hands and coldly questioned, "Mr. Stuart, is what Garrett said true?" Tristan had planned on apologizing to Abigail so that this entire matter could be dismissed without a fuss. Now, he had to be extremely careful.

He was the one who made the first move to anger Scan. Unfortunately, Sean had forced Garrett into telling the truth. So, there was no easy way to resolve this issue.

"We have a contract. If the rest of the show cannot be filmed because of a scandal, you will not benefit from it, right?" he said with a trembling voice as he did his best to forget about his aching hand.

Disdain was painted all over Abigail's face.

"To a designer, a pair of perfectly healthy hands are more important than their life. Do you understand you have stepped over the line here?" she blandly asked.

"Garrett slanderedjust to protect himself. I don't think today is a good day to settle this. I'll get my hand treated before I talk to you another time, he said, deflecting. Abigail coldly glared at him. "Mr. Stuart, either you explain everything today, or you'll be facing the consequences of your actions." 2/3 Sean calmly watched the entire time. Search the (Find) website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Meanwhile, Cameron had dug into Garrett's accounts and contacted the police.

"Alana, letgive you a piece of advice. You should properly consider what I just said. Garrett, apologize to her!" There was no way Tristan would confess. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Garrett hurriedly said.

She did not say a word.

She would never accept the apology.

"The apology's done. Now, we'll talk about this another day." Tristan turned to leave while his hand continued to shake.

"Mr. Stuart, I have never thought of actually working with you from the moment you allowed the investors to insult and humiliatethat evening, she abruptly stated. Tristan whirled around to look at her from the doorway. "What do you mean by that?" The way she looked at him was the exact sway Sean had looked at Garrett; her eyes were dark yet strangely bright, causing chills to run down the other person's spine. Sean looked at Abigail only to see her chuckle. "Good luck, Mr. Stuart." Tristan's face twisted into an unusually ghastly look as his breath cout in heavy pants. While he wanted to curse her out, he could not say a single word because of their audience.

She turned her gaze to Garrett and slowly declared, "I'm a particularly vengeful person. I remember every single person who insultedon that evening. Now that my arm has been injured, I will be nursing this grudge for a very long time." Garrett gulped as terror shone in his eyes.

Cameron knew that his guess was right on the money. He already told Sean that Abigail would not let these men gounscathed. So, it was nice to E see his point proven almost immediately. While she looked like a meek lamb, she was as cruel and vicious as Sean. X