I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 247 Perfect Candidate for Marriage

Abigail looked him in the eye. “You should know that this program isn’t working out. I saved the

situation for him with Troubled Times. Or else, he would be screwed with his original idea.

“Thank you.” Anthony’s voice was filled with gratitude, but he sounded worried at the same time. “We’re

still friends, aren’t we, little junior?”

“Of course. I’ve been competitive my whole life, so I’ll help you out,” she teased.

Regardless, Abigail had to repay the favor she owed to him. Even if she could not, she had to come up

with a solution. After all, he had mentioned earlier that he was here to ask for her help, which proved

how important Ronaldo was to him.

Meanwhile, Ronaldo stayed in Pendorf and decided to tour around for a week, and playing the duty of a

host, Abigail sent one of the male employees from the studio to be his guide.

One day, amid work, her employee dashed into her office in excitement and exclaimed delightfully, “Mr.

Fernandez is such an interesting man. He had Donny ship in a big batch of seafood that was fished out

this morning and rented an airplane to deliver it here by air!”

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Although Pendorf was a huge city with its seafood supply, the variety of seafood produced here could

not be compared to Eastbay, a city dependent on the sea.

Surprised, Abigail rose to her feet to check out the situation. The moment she stepped out of the

studio, she saw Donny, Ronaldo’s assistant, standing under the sun and sweating buckets from his

forehead as he directed the workers to shift the seafood into the studio’s kitchen.

At the sight of almost two hundred boxes of seafood, she gasped in surprise. “Mr. Donny, how much do

these seafood cost? The studio will pay it to Mr. Fernandez,” she said with a straight face, pacing

toward a slightly stout man. Since they were going to collaborate, the nature of their partnership would

change once she received something from him.

“These are fished out by Mr. Fernandez’s company, so you don’t have to pay for it,” Donny answered

with a gleeful chuckle.

Strolling around the polystyrene boxes filled with ice, Luna muttered, “He’s giving away so many

expensive goods for nothing? This is the first time in my life that I’ve met a businessman as simple as

Mr. Fernandez.”

At the mention of the devil, Ronaldo’s car came rolling toward them and came to a stop in front of the

studio. The car door swung open, and he climbed out, dressed up fancily in a pair of sunnies, a beachy

shirt, and shorts.

“Mr. Fernandez, you’re too kind. We’re just partners at work-”

“We owe our meeting to fate, and this little bit of seafood is just a token of my appreciation,

pretty. Just accept it without any fuss. If you would like any kind of seafood in the future, let me know,

and I’ll fish them out for you.” Ronaldo fanned himself with the paper fan he always carried with him, his

face filled with bravado.

“Mr. Fernandez, I’m afraid to collaborate with you when you’re acting this way,” Abigail said helplessly.

Seafood isn’t cheap. I can understand it if he gives one or two boxes, but he’s giving me almost two

hundred boxes now. It seems to me that he has nowhere to spend his money.

“I’m a brute with little education and would like to make another deal with you, but I don’t know how to

open up the topic, so I decided to give you some presents to earn some credit.” The embarrassed

Ronaldo raised his hand and scratched his head.

Hearing that, Luna blinked a couple of times. “Then, you’ll have to tell us what this deal is about.”

A grin spread across his face. “Fret not. It’s not anything illegal. You’re Anthony’s friend, and I’d never

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harm his friends.”

When he mentioned Anthony, Abigail said, “Let’s go in and speak about it.”

In Castella Grand Hotel, Josh would occasionally steal a look at Sean, who was seated nearby, and felt

as though there were pins and needles on his chair. Although Sean had done absolutely nothing and

was just eating his meal quietly, the air around Sean was somehow affected, making him feel uneasy

and unsettled.

Suddenly, the girl next to him asked in a gentle voice, “When is Eric coming, Josh?”

Josh’s attention fell on the girl’s face. She looked more docile than Abigail and had soft, long, dark hair.

Although she did not carry a sophisticated air like Abigail, he could tell she was as aloof as her.

“Kelly, he’s stuck in traffic. Let’s wait for him.” Instantly, his voice became gentle. When interacting with

Kelly Hagl, his younger sister, whom he had just recovered, he was nervous and careful, just the same

way he was with Abigail back then.

“Oh, okay.” She nodded but could not stop her eyes from looking at Sean.

She thought that Eric was stunning enough. In addition to his excellent family background, he was the

perfect candidate for marriage. Unexpectedly, Sean, seated at the table opposite them, was even more

gorgeous than Eric.

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