I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 390 Let Me Go

Cameron turned to smile at Abigail. “You’re a good woman, Ms. Quinn. What happened?”

“Since you think I’m good, tell your boss to let me go,” she casually replied.

That made his heart sink.

Did she detest Sean that much?

“He truly cares about you. While he wasn’t considerate of your feelings at first…”

“You saw what happened before. How can you try to persuade me without an ounce of guilt?” she interrupted.

He fell silent. After a moment, he softly said, “I sec.”

After he walked out of the room, he headed downstairs to where Sean was waiting.

Sean was leaning against the car. After a few long moments of staring at Cameron, he asked, “Why did you take so

long?”

Cameron did not dare look him in the eye as he mumbled, “I helped Ms. Quinn grab something.”

“Do you want to resign?” Sean could instantly tell he was lying. “What did she say?”

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“Please don’t ask, Mr. Graham.”

He was afraid of making Sean lose all hope when it came to Abigail.

“Are you not going to say it?” Sean’s eyes went cold.

Cameron ducked his head and remained silent.

“I’ve heard the worst she could ever throw at me,” Sean continued.

“She asked me if she was a good person. When I said yes, she told me to ask you to let her go.” Cameron finally

caved in..

Sean silently opened the car door and got in.

The scandal of Runway Capitalis forced Tristan to post an official statement to all of the show’s social media

accounts.

“The rumors spreading among the fans regarding Miss Alana’s injury have greatly affected the

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show. Please do not spread misinformation and seek actual evidence. Legal action will be taken against those who

do otherwise.”

The announcement infuriated Alana’s fans.

Not long after the announcement was posted, Abigail promptly uploaded a photo of her stitch- covered arm on

Instagram.

The silent rebuttal through that one picture had caused an explosion among the fanbase.

Her entire arm was covered in stitches. It looked horrifying as it seemed like a giant centipede was crawling up her

arm.

Abigail’s fans were on the warpath now.

“This is Alana’s dominant hand. Look at those injuries! Tristan Stuart of Runway Capitalis, explain this to us, or we’ll

report the showrunners for causing harm!”

Rumors among fans? I welcome the production team to sue me. Look at how badly injured. Alana’s arm is. The

production team did that and still has the nerve to say they’ll sue us?”

The production team feels no remorse at all. They only care about their reputation. They’re shameless! In the

video, Miss Alana was suspended in mid-air! How are we spreading misinformation? Just how evil are you?”

I’ve loved Runway Capitalis for years. I’ve watched every season despite all the bad rumors. There was never proof,

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so I believed in the team. Now, it is a fact that the suspension system injured Alana’s arm. It’s also a fact that the

production team only cares about their reputation. Why should I like this show any longer?”

The fans’ comments did not stress Tristan out at all.

After a few minutes of scrolling on his phone, he scoffed the phone to the table.

Abigail would soon come begging like the b*tch she was.

That was the fantasy he indulged in.

He did not care about the comments online. After all, this was not the first incident. He had plenty of experience

with scandals.

The comments turned increasingly hateful.

Abigail was surprised by how composed Tristan was.

As the sky darkened, Luna hurried over from Pendorf.

When she barged into the room, her eyes turned red upon seeing Abigail. “Are you okay? How

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did this happen to your hand?”

Abigail smiled in response. “I’m fine. It’s not that bad. I’ll recover.”

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