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- Yuri
Chapter 377 Teaching Her a Lesson
Sean immediately said, “Do you think that’s possible?” Now, he only had Abigail in his heart, and he hadn’t thought
about transferring his feelings for Abigail to another woman.
Seeing him express himself so openly, Kevin geminely smiled. “With your personality, it takes courage for you to
own up to your mistakes. It’s a good start that you’re beginning to understand the difficulties she went through. Just
do your best to make amends for what you can without expecting results or rewards”
Sean looked at him. “What about my personality?
“You’ve been in a position of unquestioned authority for so long. I thought you’d never admit you were wrong,”
Kevin said, laughing.
Without a word, Sean pressed his lips together. He had never realized that he was that kind of person in front of his
friends.
On the other hand, Eric said after the discussion with Abigail, “Since the video is useful for you. just keep it. Besides,
the fact that the sender destroyed the number after sending it means they used an online number. If they had
other intentions, they wouldn’t have used an online number because if they wanted to hold you accountable, they
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwouldn’t be able to do so.”
“I’m afraid the video and audio are fake,” she said.
Though he had already guessed who sent her the video, he didn’t want to reveal it since the person intentionally hid
his identity. Moreover, Abigail had no idea who it was at all.
“Maybe this video and audio are just a warning,” he said, resting his chin on his palm. “Regardless of whether you’ll
use them in the future, at least these things will make you more cautious about Tristan.”
At her words, she nodded. That makes sense.
The next day, Tristan told everyone that they would temporarily suspend recording for three days, as the
production team had decided to change the recording plan, so they all had to wait.
Abigail felt that Tristan was doing this on purpose.
For three days, she had nothing to do on set, but Tristan didn’t allow her to stay in the hotel during the day. She had
to practice her acting skills at the location rented by the production team.
Three days of high-intensity practice left her feeling exhausted. Indeed, when the pay was high. the job would be
both physically and mentally tormenting.
When she left the set, she was about to hail a cab when a car blocked her way. The window rolled down, and she
saw the person inside. “Mr. Copper?” Her tightly knitted brow immediately.
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relaxed.
“Get in. I’ll take you back to the hotel,” Damon said with a gentle expression.
After looking around, Abigail replied, “I think I’d better not. If someone sees us together and takes pictures, it will be
a hassle to explain.”
He didn’t insist and just nodded. “I was the one who sent you the stuff. Don’t worry. The situation here is
complicated, so I can’t tell you directly.”
At his words, her face showed a hint of surprise, and after a moment, she said, “Thank you.”
“See you, then.” He smiled at her and drove away.
She was quite surprised that Damon turned out to be the one helping her secretly.
Back at the hotel, she told Eric about this encounter.
“Now you can rest easy,” Eric said with a smile.
Following a hum of agreement, Abigail yawned. “I’m going to take a shower and get some rest. I’m really tired. As
she hung up the phone, a slight smile played on her lips.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter the three-day suspension, the recording content had been changed to a gaming competition, making fashion
commentary less important.
Abigail listened with a furrowed brow but didn’t say anything.
Tristan, holding a new script, said with a smug look, “As mentioned before, several excellent students who are about
to graduate will participate in this program. The objective is for you, Alana, to guide them and perhaps give them a
chance. It’s just that the game segments that were previously part of the show have now become the main focus of
filming. I’m sure you must be delighted.”
“I’ll do as you wish, Mr. Stuart.” She shook her head.
Since their program’s content was never fixed, she couldn’t argue that he was doing something
wrong.
Just then, Eric expressed his dissatisfaction. “You’ve added more game segments, and many of them are physically
demanding. Isn’t it too difficult for someone like Alana, who hasn’t had any training?” There’s even a segment
involving stunt wire.
“Eric, if you want to suck up to Alana, just say so. Or should I have the production team help you write some
stories? Maybe you’ll gain fans who ship you two, Tristan said sarcastically, mocking
Eric.