I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 247 Perfect Candidate for Marriage

Abigail looked him in the eye. “You should know that this program isn’t working out. I saved the situation for him with Troubled Times. Or else, he would be screwed with his original idea.

“Thank you.” Anthony’s voice was filled with gratitude, but he sounded worried at the same time. “We’re still friends, aren’t we, little junior?”

“Of course. I’ve been competitive my whole life, so I’ll help you out,” she teased.

Regardless, Abigail had to repay the favor she owed to him. Even if she could not, she had to come up with a solution. After all, he had mentioned earlier that he was here to ask for her help, which proved how important Ronaldo was to him.

Meanwhile, Ronaldo stayed in Pendorf and decided to tour around for a week, and playing the duty of a host, Abigail sent one of the male employees from the studio to be his guide.

One day, amid work, her employee dashed into her office in excitement and exclaimed delightfully, “Mr. Fernandez is such an interesting man. He had Donny ship in a big batch of seafood that was fished out this morning and rented an airplane to deliver it here by air!”

the variety of seafood produced here could not be compared to Eastbay, a

her feet to check out the situation. The moment she stepped out of the studio, she saw Donny, Ronaldo’s assistant, standing under the sun and sweating buckets from his forehead as he directed

seafood, she gasped in surprise. “Mr. Donny, how much do these seafood cost? The studio will pay it to Mr. Fernandez,” she said with a straight

out by Mr. Fernandez’s company, so you don’t have to pay for it,” Donny answered with a gleeful

polystyrene boxes filled with ice, Luna muttered, “He’s giving away so many expensive goods for nothing? This is the first time

mention of the devil, Ronaldo’s car came rolling toward them and came to a stop in front of the studio. The car door swung open, and he climbed out, dressed up fancily in a pair of sunnies, a

Fernandez, you’re too kind.

owe our meeting to fate, and this little bit of seafood

If you would like any kind of seafood in the future, let me know, and I’ll fish them out for

you when you’re acting this way,” Abigail said helplessly. Seafood isn’t cheap. I can understand it if he gives one or two boxes, but he’s

a brute with little education and would like to make another deal with you, but I don’t know how to open up the topic, so I

times. “Then, you’ll have to tell us what this deal

spread across his face. “Fret not. It’s not anything illegal. You’re Anthony’s friend, and I’d