I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 249 Another Chance Meeting?

Silently, Abigail listened to Luna’s nagging with a soft smile. The concern Luna had for her warmed up

her heart so much.

“That’s right–the bracelet Eric gave you has a GPS tracker, doesn’t it? Did he mention how to connect it

to the cell phone?” Luna asked and urged, “Send a text and ask him about this.” Right now, she simply

wanted to armor Abigail with everything beneficial to her, preparing and protecting her to the point that

everyone knew she should not be trifled with.

At the mention of the bracelet, it struck Abigail that Eric had told her the function of the bracelet but not

whose phone it was connected to; she forgot to ask.

Nevertheless, she did not want to ask him anymore. Ever since Eric and Josh had returned to Capitalis,

they had not contacted her again, and this had spoken for the situation between them for itself.

“There’s no need to ask. It can be connected. Moreover, the function of the bracelet is useful for

dangerous situations, and Ronaldo is introduced by Anthony. If I run into any accident, he won’t get

away with it, either. So, don’t worry,” Abigail assured, smiling.

“Okay.” Although Luna was often alone on business trips everywhere, she could not stop worrying

when Abigail would be doing the same.

The trip to Eastbay quickly arrived. Even before sunrise, Analise already woke up to prepare breakfast.

Right after Abigail kept her electronic tablet away in her bag, she heard Analise calling from outside her

room. “Breakfast is ready!”

“Okay!” Abigail hurriedly left her room, and the delicious smell of food drifted into her nostrils. “Although

I’m only away for a few days, the thought that I won’t get to have your specialty noodles for breakfast

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makes me sad,” she whined adorably.

Analise placed a big plate of noodles on the table. “Once you’re back from your business trip, I’ll cook it

for you three times a day.”

“Better not. Anything delicious will lose its appeal once taken in excess.” Abigail raised the white flag

and joked, but she shifted into a serious tone suddenly. “Pay more attention to safety when you’re

home. Ignore any conversation from strangers and always take routes with camera surveillance

whenever you go to the market.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep that in mind. Furthermore, there’s a bracelet I can use.” With a warm, kind face,

Analise waved her hand.

Although Abigail nodded in agreement, she was still worried in the depths of her heart. How could she

completely relax to leave Analise alone at home?

For the trip this time, Ronaldo had been considerate enough to book a first–class air ticket for her, and

after two hours of flight, they touched down at Eastbay Airport.

Eastbay was much hotter than Pendorf, and the breeze in a city by the sea was warm and humid.

When Abigail sniffed carefully, she could taste the saltines and stench in the air.

Wearing sunnies, Ronaldo fanned himself with his fan and said to her, “I guess this is your first trip to a

city by the coast, pretty. The air here smells a little odd, and I’m sorry that you’ll have to bear with it for

a while to get used to it.”

The first time he brought a girl from the south, she had told him that the salty stench in the air here was

unbearable.

“It’s alright,” Abigail answered.

From his bag, Donny fished out an umbrella and passed it to Ronaldo, who opened it and held it over

her head. Turning to her, he smiled brightly, revealing his pearly whites. “The sun is too strong. You’ll

need an umbrella to block out the rays.”

“I can hold it myself.” She reached out and wanted to take the umbrella from him, but he raised his

hand with a wide grin.

Teasing her, he spun around her and swapped the umbrella to his other hand. “I can’t allow a great

artist to hold an umbrella. Let the men do labor work like this.”

Abigail said no more and merely stepped away a little, drawing the distance with Ronaldo. While they

were speaking with each other, they did not notice the man following them.

Dragging a suitcase, Kevin trailed after Sean as the latter walked in front of him with a stoic face, his

razor–sharp eyes glued on Ronaldo’s back.

Ronaldo, busy chirping away at Abigail, suddenly felt a chill down his spine and spun his head around

to check behind him.

Unaware of his unease, Abigail started arranging the schedule for later. “I’ll check into the hotel to eat

and rest for now. Come to me tomorrow, and I’ll take a look at the goods with you.”

Ronaldo’s gaze fell on Sean, and he stood still. It was hard not to notice him, whether it was due to his

looks or the air he carried around him.

As she did not receive an answer from him, she turned, only to find out that Ronaldo had fallen behind

her. Unwittingly, she twirled around and saw Sean and Kevin as well.

Dressed in a tailored suit coupled with his aloof expression, Sean appeared especially awe- inspiring.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Fernandez,” he greeted with a smile, walking toward Ronaldo.

Kevin waved to Abigail. “Ms. Quinn, what a coincidence. Are you here on a business trip as well?”

“Yeah, just here to buy some stuff.” Confusion shrouded her mind. Why did Sean show up here? Didn’t

he go to Capitalis?

“The pleasure is mine. You must be Mr. Graham. I’ve seen you in the financial magazines that

interviewed you, and you’re more good–looking in person. What a talented person you are,” Ronaldo

praised the moment he opened his mouth.

Hearing that, Sean looked at Ronaldo, who had a wide and earnest grin. “I’ve heard that the

businessmen from Eastbay are amazing conversationalists. Now, I can be sure that it’s true after

meeting you,” he said, his tone unreadable. As the saying goes, don’t hit a smiling face.

“Well, it’s hard for a businessman to strike a deal when you don’t have the gift of the gab.” With his

friendly personality, it did not take him long to start a conversation with Sean.

Forced to walk alongside Sean and Kevin, Abigail wondered, Is Ronaldo always this friendly and has

no boundaries with everyone? How is he able to start chatting with anyone?

Next to her, Kevin muttered, “This chap is rather chatty.”

“I don’t know him that well,” she answered calmly.

At first, Luna was worried sick about her, but with Sean and Kevin around as her guards, it would be

tough for Ronaldo if he wanted to set up Abigail..

“Mr. Graham, we gotta go now. Until next time.” The cab stopped in front of them, and a longing look

appeared on Ronaldo’s face.

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“You live here, Mr. Fernandez. Arcoing to stay at the same hotel as Ms. Quinn?” Sean asked,

leisurely sticking one hand into his pocket.

“Of course not. I’m going home after sending her to the hotel,” Ronaldo answered.

Sean’s eyes swept over Abigail as he said emotionlessly, “You can just take one cab home yourself.

Ms. Quinn and I are friends, so we’ll take one to our hotel together.”