I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 368 Facing the Darkness.

Sean stopped him by saying, “They brought this upon themselves. What are you going to do?”

Kevin looked at him and asked with a smile, “Are you sure about this?”

Sean darted an impassive glance at him before letting go of his sleeve.

“Alright, then. I’ll check it out first,” Kevin commented as he followed Sean.

Meanwhile, Eric was surrounded by several investors. Even Tristan Stuart, the show’s director, was annoyed. “The

show hasn’t even started, and the two of you are already causing trouble,” he grumbled. “Alana, your being a no-

show has already upset everyone, but instead of drinking with everyone to apologize, you actually spilled Mr.

Larson’s drink, huh?”

“It was my doing. Why are you blaming it on her? Eric asked with a cold expression.

The amusement on Tristan’s shrewd face grew. “Eric, your family doesn’t allow you to offend so many people like

this to stick up for someone.”

Just as Eric was about to make a retort, Abigail suddenly asked, “Mr. Stuart, are you suggesting that I need to

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apologize to everyone with a drink for each person?”

“Apologizing with a drink would have sufficed earlier, but not now,” Tristan replied slowly.

Abigail’s expression was cold as she asked with a sardonic smile, “Well then, what should I do

now?”

“We booked the hotel and the meals in advance last time, but the production team’s budget was wasted because

you failed to turn up. The appearance fees for these celebrities are all paid by these big shots. I know your studio is

Small and can’t afford the money, so how about this? You stay behind after dinner, and I’ll take time talking to you

about it,” Tristan offered, laughing while holding his drink.

At this point, everyone understood these people’s intentions.

It was often said that the entertainment industry was filled with immoral behavior, but this was the first time Abigail

had ever been confronted with something so disgusting.

Unable to stand it any longer, Eric snatched Tristan’s drink from him and splashed it onto his face. “Do you still have

respect for the law?” he growled.

Tristan’s expression was gloomy as he produced a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped. the liquor off his

face. Then, he gritted out through clenched teeth, “If you insist on sticking up for Alana, then I can do nothing about

it. What are you guys waiting for? Call for security!”

Suddenly, Abigail said, “Mr. Stuart, I’ve recorded everything you said.”

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Everyone fell silent at her words.

She looked at Tristan with contempt and continued. “Are you all considering this evening’s party your personal

playground? Pray tell, which of you here wants to sleep with me?”

No one uttered a word.

However, Tristan ordered, “What are you guys waiting here for? Find the recording she made!”

Almost immediately, the hotel’s staff surrounded Abigail and Eric. As one of the staff members grabbed Abigail’s

hands and held them behind her back, she looked up at Tristan coldly, saying. “Do you really think the recorded

material wasn’t uploaded in real time? Even if you destroy the recording I have on hand, there are still copies of it

in the cloud. As long as I don’t disclose which cloud service I used, you’ll never find them!”

“Then, Alana will disappear from the design industry!” Tristan’s eyes were full of malice when he spoke.

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Eric was restrained by several staff members, but they were relatively polite toward him. After all, the Davidsons

were in Capitalis.

Amid the pushing and shoving, the staff member holding onto Abigail was suddenly grabbed by the throat and

forcefully thrown aside,

Kevin stepped into the crowd and looked at everyone with a sarcastic smile. “I thought it was some exclusive party,

but it turns out that this is a sex party organized by all of you, eh?”

Abigail shifted her gaze toward Sean, who was standing beside her. Truth be told, his presence surprised her.

Sean, who was standing next to her, instantly changed the dynamics of the situation. “How many of you here want

to sleep with her?” he asked indifferently while wiping his hands with a handkerchief after throwing the staff

member aside. His eyes seemed impassive, but one look. from them was enough to fill people with apprehension.

Eric looked at the crowd, his lips pressed together. In reality, he had already called the police.

It was evident that this was specifically aimed at Abigail.

Upon seeing that nobody responded, Sean kicked Tristan directly in the stomach with a murderous look in his eyes.

“Is it you?”

“That’s enough…” Abigail immediately pulled him back.

Tristan knocked into someone else, causing him to glare at Sean fiercely. “Alana has signed an agreement with our

TV station. Mr. Graham, if you don’t want this to get to the point where she gets the worst of it, let’s meet each

other halfway today.”

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