I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 402 You Think I’m Useless

Sean was sitting on the visitor lounge’s couch.

Abigail didn’t hesitate to serve him some snacks to curb his hunger. “This is all I have, I can call for takeout if you’re

still hungry.”

“That’s not necessary.” Sean calmly tore open a bag of cookies.

The bag he took was Abigail’s favorite, which she sometimes ate until she had an upset stomach.

After he took a bite, he looked at her. “All the investors who had previously profited from Runway Capitalis are

banding together to take down L..Moon. You and Luna have only been in this business for a while. Do you think you

can outsmart that group of cunning foxes?”

“Did you come here today to belittle my abilities?” Abigail leaned against the couch while calmly glancing at him.”

“Of course not.” Sean slowly ate a cookie. Obviously, he wasn’t used to eating such foods because he would quickly

become parched after a few bites.

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“You could also invite me to invest in your company. I can easily handle that group of people as an investor

protecting my interests.” Sean looked into her eyes, speaking earnestly but with a hint of superiority. Since he had

excellent capabilities, he naturally wouldn’t take those trying to target L.Moon seriously. Once he found them, he

could quickly deal with them like crushing ants.

Unfortunately, Abigail didn’t like his attitude.

“I know you’re very capable, but L.Moon is well-prepared for this situation. Moreover, the strike they launched was

quite effective. Besides, we’ll learn and grow from our mistakes quicker now that we’re in dire straits.” Abigail

thought about it. If L.Moon and the suppliers under the shareholders could sustain themselves during this turmoil,

those who were trying to target them would end up with nothing.

Sean looked at her. “Are you sure about that?”

“There is a solution for every difficulty.” Abigail’s eyes were filled with determination.

Initially, Sean thought that with L.Moon’s harrowing situation, she might accept his suggestion for the sake of

L.Moon’s future. To his surprise, she was still as stubborn as always.

“You thought I gathered all these investments just to make more money, did you?” Abigail asked him with a smile.

She had thought about it. Half of her one hundred million in capital would be lost because of this situation. So, it

was a given that she would face this challenge head-on no matter how difficult it

became

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!ie gazed at Abigail with probing eyes as he asked, “Are you certain you’ll gain back all you’ve

lost?”

“I am like my grandmother. We’re both down-to-earth. We also firmly believe that we will gain money as long as we

take things one step at a time and work hard.” Abigail knew very well that she couldn’t compete against Sean. She

wasn’t as talented as him in doing business or as ruthless as

him.

What she had was the resilience she inherited from her grandmother.

Sean looked at her for a long while, still deciding to say, “Cameron has already gone to Ansela. The batch of fabric

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that was stuck in customs will be returned soon. I’ll say it again: we were once married. So, you can call me if you

have difficulties that you can’t solve. I won’t hesitate to help you.”

Abigail honestly didn’t expect he would still interfere with her matters. So, she couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable

sense of frustration. In the end, her uselessness gave Sean a reason to openly help her resolve these matters and

allowed him to condescendingly tell her that he could easily handle all these things that had her feeling

overwhelmed.

His actions only made her seem extremely incompetent.

“I won’t consider what you’ve done as something I should be grateful for. You did these things. without my

permission. I don’t need to feel grateful for that.” Abigail frowned, completely unmoved by Sean’s intentions.

“Do you think I helped you because I want your gratitude? I don’t need you to feel grateful.” Sean’s expression

sank.

“But I don’t need your help either,” Abigail added.

They had already negotiated with their clients. Even though the clients were upset, the orders had been placed. So,

there was no use crying over spilled milk. Since she had already found a solution, she didn’t need Sean to meddle in

this matter.

Sean nodded. “Then, you can consider me presumptuous.”

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