The Spare Wife

Chapter 368 Facing the Darkness.

Sean stopped him by saying, “They brought this upon themselves. What are you going to do?”

Kevin looked at him and asked with a smile, “Are you sure about this?”

Sean darted an impassive glance at him before letting go of his sleeve.

“Alright, then. I’ll check it out first,” Kevin commented as he followed Sean.

Meanwhile, Eric was surrounded by several investors. Even Tristan Stuart, the show’s director, was annoyed. “The show hasn’t even started, and the two of you are already causing trouble,” he grumbled. “Alana, your being a no-show has already upset everyone, but instead of drinking with everyone to apologize, you actually spilled Mr. Larson’s drink, huh?”

“It was my doing. Why are you blaming it on her? Eric asked with a cold expression.

The amusement on Tristan’s shrewd face grew. “Eric, your family doesn’t allow you to offend so many people like this to stick up for someone.”

Just as Eric was about to make a retort, Abigail suddenly asked, “Mr. Stuart, are you suggesting that I need to apologize to everyone with a drink for each person?”

“Apologizing with a drink would have sufficed earlier, but not now,” Tristan replied slowly.

Abigail’s expression was cold as she asked with a sardonic smile, “Well then, what should I do

now?”

“We booked the hotel and the meals in advance last time, but the production team’s budget was wasted because you failed to turn up. The appearance fees for these celebrities are all paid by these big shots. I know your studio is

Small and can’t afford the money, so how about this? You stay behind after dinner, and I’ll take time talking to you about it,” Tristan offered, laughing while holding his drink.

this point, everyone understood these people’s

that the entertainment industry was filled with immoral behavior, but this was the first time Abigail had ever been confronted with

Tristan’s drink from him and splashed it onto his face. “Do you still have respect for the law?” he

produced a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped. the liquor off his face. Then, he gritted out through clenched teeth, “If you insist on sticking up for

Stuart, I’ve recorded

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silent at

all considering this evening’s party your personal playground? Pray tell, which of you

uttered a

waiting here for? Find the recording

Abigail’s hands and held them behind her back, she looked up at Tristan coldly, saying. “Do you really think the recorded material wasn’t uploaded in real time? Even if you destroy the recording I have on hand, there are still copies of it in the cloud. As long as I don’t disclose which cloud service I

design industry!” Tristan’s eyes

restrained by several staff members, but they were relatively polite

member holding onto Abigail was suddenly grabbed by the

everyone with a sarcastic smile. “I thought it was some exclusive party, but it

standing

who was standing next to her, instantly changed the dynamics of the situation. “How many of you here want to sleep with her?” he asked indifferently while wiping his hands with a handkerchief after throwing the staff member aside. His eyes

lips pressed together. In

evident that this was specifically

the stomach with a murderous look

enough…” Abigail immediately pulled him

agreement with our TV station. Mr. Graham, if