The Spare Wife

Chapter 135 Aggressive Rival

After Abigail’s assistant hung up the phone, she shook her head and muttered to herself, “Abigail is still single. What on earth was that?”

She then glanced at Anthony, who was chatting with Abigail in the office. A smile played on her lips. Although Abigail has great on-screen chemistry with Mr. Graham, I’m a die-hard romantic. Mr. Graham buying a bag for Joan has become a sore point for me.

In the end, she decided to root for Anthony and Abigail.

When she heard that Anthony was Abigail’s senior, her imagination quickly painted a picture of a heart-wrenching campus drama about unrequited love.

The phone rang again, and she picked it up, realizing it was the same number as before. She pressed the answer button rather impatiently.

“Mrs. Graham!” Kevin’s anxious voice sounded through the phone.

“Who are you? Abigail is single. There’s no such person,” she replied assertively.

Suddenly, Sean snatched Kevin’s phone away. “Where’s Abigail?”

The assistant was momentarily puzzled. This voice sounds familiar. Instantly, she became cautious. “What business do you have with her? She’s working. For orders, please contact Miss Smith.”

After saying that, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was one of Joan’s admirers.

“Does she work without bringing her phone with her?” asked Sean coldly.

The assistant, feeling a bit unhappy, maintained her professional demeanor. “Yes, she’s meeting someone important right now. She can’t answer the phone.”

“Who exactly is that?” he asked instinctively.

“I’m

sorry,

can’t disclose that information to you, sir. If you have any other needs, please feel free to come to the studio,” she replied

for someone to be looking for her as a client. He was probably trying to

heard the assistant’s words, feeling

Kevin, his brows furrowed, and a dark expression flashed across

eyes.

“It’s definitely Anthony.”

Kevin murmured in a low

to leave now.” Sean stood up

work on the breach

to Abigail about the

great detail, giving her plenty

arrived,

as she and Anthony walked out of her

and Kevin sitting in the reception

stood to the side, looking down and remaining

Abigail furrowed her

a cheerful smile, asked her, “Miss Quinn, where’s

you here?” Her tone was indifferent, and her eyes

legs crossed while

have lunch with you, Miss

earlier, he had overheard them agreeing to

looked at him, completely unaware of what

already made plans with

unfold from the side, the assistant couldn’t help but wonder, What kind of

going on right

you for lunch, and I don’t accept unrelated people

stubborn manner.

Kevin felt the chilling aura surrounding