I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

I Want A Divorce (Abigail Quinn And Sean Graham) Chapter 102

Chapter 102 Cajoling

The first time she gets mad at me, and it’s for another man. Sean hung up and slammed his phone.

Cameron was shocked, and he stayed quiet for a long time. Furtively, he told his underling to get a new

phone. Kevin told Luna that Sean got mad, and she quickly came to Abigail’s room to cheer

her up.

“You

don’t have to fight him over Victor’s case. I heard he got mad and smashed his phone.” Luna patted Abi

gail’s shoulder.

Abigail leaned in Luna’s embrace, holding her sadness back. “He pushed me around just for Joan. The

re’s a reason Damian bit Nina instead of everyone

else.” She was mad because Sean humiliated her in front of Joan. Joan protecting the woman who sab

otaged her was her way of showing off.

Luna held Abigail’s arm and said softly, “I told Sean you’re leaving the show so you won’t have to suffer

this indignity. I’m worried

Sean might attack L.Moon if I break the contract and fail his plan of having Joan debut.”

Abigail teared up even more. She had never felt so aggrieved before. Someone in the team sabotaged

her, but as her husband, Sean protected the culprit just to spoil his mistress. As

Abigail hugged Luna, Luna teared up as well.

Kevin was agonizing over the mess of this show. When he tried to talk with Luna, Luna ignored him. He

could see that her eyes were red. When he tried to talk to Abigail, she locked her door. He didn’t under

stand any of this. You and Sean are neighbors. Why are you guys fighting over a call?

wife. Someone on a

Kevin went into Sean’s room and put on a look of dejection. He persuaded, “Why are you

mad at her, Sean? She’s your set sabotaged her, and we couldn’t even find anything about that. Of cou

rse she’s aggrieved.” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t give me that. I know you’re enjoying the drama.” Sean saw through his lie right away.

Kevin snickered and huddled closer. “Are you jealous? Of course you are. Your wife is defending a mal

e model. I’d be jealous too.”

Sean got madder. “If you have nothing to say, scram.”

Kevin quickly said, “I do have something to say. I trust Victor too. I trust Abigail’s instinct. There’s no rea

son a model would help an a*sistant like her. Nothing to gain from it, don’t you

think?”

Sean sneered. “Abigail’s a naive woman. She’s never gotten into the cesspool that is the entertainment

industry, but you have. Victor is just using her as a stepping stone. His goal is Alana.”

“That’s conflicting. If his goal is Alana, then he should treat Abigail better instead of forcing himself on h

er. Not to mention, there’s the transaction record right in his phone. Luna would’ve made a eunuch out

of him if that record was true,” argued Kevin.

Sean pursed his l*ps, but he said nothing. Kevin huddled closer to his desk. Earnestly, he said, “Why d

on’t you and Abigail take a step back each and let this slide? I mean, someone’s sabotaging her becau

se you gave her too much attention during the show. The internet’s shipping you two.”

That cheered Sean up a little. “She doesn’t think I’m giving her too much attention.”

“I also have something to say about that. When her leg got hurt, Victor got her the meds she needed an

d helped her move things around, while you didn’t even show up.”

“Shut it.” The mention of Victor upset Sean.

“Sure thing.” Kevin grinned. “Just let this slide, Sean. For her sake. It’ll be better for her and the woman

around you.”

Sean looked at him coolly. Kevin was telling him to keep Victor and Damian. “You think this will

that easily? Abigail argued with me for a male model. Why do you think I’m mad?” asked Sean coldly. H

e was annoyed by Victor before this, but now he wanted Victor to get out of the show.

pa*s

Kevin made an OK gesture. “I’ll talk to Abigail. She’ll cajole you later.”

“I don’t need any cajoling. Phrase that better.” Sean glared at Kevin.

Kevin quickly left his room and heaved a sigh of relief. He went to Abigail’s room and knocked on the d

oor.

Abigail was on the couch, a little dejected. When she

heard the knocking, she looked at the door, but she ignored it.

Kevin said softly, “Ms. Quinn, I wanna talk about Victor. Please open up.”

Abigail felt a little resigned, but she got up and opened the door anyway. She stood at the doorway and

looked at Kevin coolly, “What do you want to talk about?”

“Why don’t we take this inside?” Kevin simpered. His eyes were alluring.

Abigail made way for him.