I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 394

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Chapter 394 Preparations for A Showdown

Abigail calmly looked at her. “What if I don’t value this chance?”

“Then, be prepared. You’re an enemy of Capitalis’ upper circle now. It doesn’t matter how deep your relationships

are with Josh and Eric. I’m sure our families will never let them offend these people, for your sake,” Scarlett stated

firmly.

“I understand,” Abigail replied calmly.

Scarlett grew a bit angry when she saw that Abigail was utterly unfazed. “Aren’t you afraid of what I said?”

“I’ll say it again. I refuse to believe there’s no justice in this world.” Abigail’s eyebrows didn’t even. twitch.

“Ms. Quinn, I want to know why you won’t design for Kelly. Is it just because of the previous misunderstanding?

Don’t you think you’re being petty? It was all a misunderstanding, and you holding onto it like this by not accepting

Kelly’s apology… I really don’t know what to do with you.” Scarlett couldn’t keep up the act any longer. In the end,

she resorted to firing questions at Abigail like rapid artillery, appearing a bit frustrated.

At this moment, her aloofness was completely gone and was replaced by nothing but a childish

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tantrum.

“Mrs. Pearson, who I choose to design for, is my choice. To put it bluntly, I simply don’t like Kelly as a person. I don’t

like her, so I don’t want to design anything for her. I don’t want her to wear something I designed. If I agree to your

request, I’ll feel uncomfortable about it,” Abigail stated plainly.

Scarlett wanted to say more. Just then, Luna, who had come to pick Abigail up at the airport, opened the door and

widened her eyes when she saw Scarlett.

“I’m returning to Pendorf. If there’s nothing else you want to say, please go home, Mrs. Pearson.” Abigail spoke up,

snapping Luna back to reality.

“I hope you don’t regret it!” Scarlett said with annoyance before stomping off in a huff.

Luna couldn’t help but comment, “Is that Kelly’s mother? Why is she acting like a little girl?”

Abigail looked at her, utterly exasperated. You haven’t seen her when she’s calm. Her demeanor was flawless. Alas,

it all falls apart when she gets angry.

The two of them arrived at the airport. Luna took a seat and turned to Abigail beside her, saying, “She really does

bear a striking resemblance to you. The impact of seeing her for the first time was… Well, quite something. Do you

ever wonder if Kelly might be posing as someone else and you’re actually the real deal?”

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“Kelly might be posing, but I’m not the genuine one,” Abigail responded with conviction.

Abigail couldn’t shake off the bad impression that the Pearson Family had left her with. She was determined to

avoid any connection with them.

“So, what did you find out?” Luna inquired with curiosity.

“Tristan let me in on it. It turns out that it’s Vincent’s wife, Martha, who’s pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

The way Kelly and the Pearson Family are gunning for me all boils down to Kelly’s identity. They see me as a threat

no matter if I’m the real deal or not, simply because of how much I resemble Mrs. Pearson,” Abigail explained.

“Yeah, it’s uncanny. I didn’t really think much about it from the pictures, but seeing you two side by side is…

Honestly, it’s quite shocking, you know? Luna couldn’t contain her excitement.

Abigail looked back on the situation and found it equally astonishing.

“Now I understand why Josh and Eric were so convinced you were the missing child of the Pearson Family. If I were

them. I’d probably believe it too,” Luna mused.

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“At the moment, my main concern is the progress of my work,” Abigail redirected the

conversation.

As her stitches were set to be removed in a week, she wouldn’t be able to do much work during that time.

Considering the demanding schedule of participating in a show and variety program, she’d already planned for long

hours. Now, she was in a pickle.

“I’ll help you negotiate with the clients when the time comes.” Luna smiled.

“Then, I’ll be counting on you,” Abigail raised an eyebrow.

Back in Pendorf, Abigail was still worried about Scarlett’s words. She briefed Luna and went home.

As soon as she arrived home, Analise came up to ask about her hand.

It seemed that even Analise, who didn’t use the internet much, had come to learn about her injured hand.

“How did you know about my injury?” Abigail asked Analise with a smile.

“It’s all over the news; how could I not know? I might not be very good with the internet, but I still paid attention,”

Analise scolded her playfully.

Abigail placed her suitcase by the door and said gently, “It’s nothing serious, Grandma. I’ve been craving your

food.”

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