I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 70 Force Her to Apologize Publicly

Sean let go of Abigail’s chin and stepped aside. Lowering his gaze, he looked at her and said, “We’ll meet again at night. Send me a message, and I’ll bring your drafts.” With that, he walked up to the door. He opened it and left the room, leaving behind a lingering coldness that Joan’s call had

brought.

Abigail sat alone for a while before deciding to take a shower. Afterward, she confided in Luna about his request.

Luna was so pissed that she threw her phone on the couch. “He treated you well in the production.

team, so I thought your relationship with him had improved. Alas… He’s getting greedy, isn’t he?”

“Joan still holds a special place in his eyes,” Abigail said in a low voice.

Luna approached the coffee table and crouched to pour a glass of water. She downed it and said, “I

thought I could teach Joan a lesson this time, but who knew… It must be nice to have Sean

protecting her, huh? My blood pressure is ramping up.”

Abigail asked, “What were you planning to do?”

“I was going to make Joan publicly apologize to us. If she refused, I was considering suing her for

But it looks like I’ll have to endure it again.

apologized to us this time.” Luna

Luna. “Sean wants me to send him a message later, and he’ll return the drafts to me. I don’t want to have any more contact with him, so I’m considering just letting it go…” When he mentioned those words earlier,

well in the production team, right? Just keep it up. I’m telling you, you seriously have to try a little.” Patting Abigail

grumbled in dissatisfaction, “I even

since he’s taking the initiative to ask

looked at her with concern. “But do you

Moreover, why would you offend him for no reason? You can benefit from being around him in the production team. It’s

sighed in resignation. “All

just have to interact with him. You can gain popularity and maybe even annoy Joan. You’re getting a lot of benefits from it!” Luna continued analyzing the

get it. I’ll send him the message.” She was

was 9.00PM, and the night air had a refreshing coolness. Hidden in a nook within the garden’s rockery, Abigail sent a message to Sean: ‘Why aren’t you here yet? There are too many mosquitoes here.

the message, he picked

spot, only to find her head enveloped

her in

and remarked, “What kind of place

have met somewhere else? Did it have to be

faint smile unseen in

her arm nervously. “I don’t want anyone

his hand. “What secret mission are

up for the occasion, but now they were meeting