Abigail’s Second Life

Sean placed the wine glass in his hand on the bar next to him, his eyes cold and stern. "With Mr. Jones as a witness today, I'll be straightforward. Hand over Luna and Eric, and we'll split the money I receive

among the three of us. What do you think?"

Jones, upon hearing that Sean had 300 billion in cash on hand, couldn't help but be tempted.

Sean's position in Eswadia was quite high, to say the least.

Jonell noticed Jones' keen interest and immediately interjected. "He's very cunning, you don't understand. He's adept at deceiving people. Don't trust him!"

Jones smiled kindly. "Mr. Davison, cunning people excel in business. I have a shipment of goods that need to be transported from one port to another. Can you handle that task? If you can, I won't need to work with him."

Sean's established routes still held value, as everyone appreciates customers who can pay.

Jonell truly admired Sean. Wherever he invested money, success followed. It was evident that someone of his caliber would succeed.

"Mr. Davison, I only need the person. If you release the person, I will return the money," Sean said with a smirk.

"I'm not familiar with this Luna you mentioned," Jonell replied with a forced smile.

won't be any issues. However, if not,

trade agreements are substantial, prompting

a trade ban, the losses would be

and inquired, "Mr. Graham, what do you mean

by Mr. Davidson's fraudulent activities, resulting in ruined families and suicides, which has attracted the authorities' attention," Sean explained, running his fingers through his

to elaborate further; Jones understood

with Jonell due to his established trade

trade with Eswadia was jeopardized due to Davison's actions, it would be

at Jonell. "You know, once the authorities intervene, things will get complicated.

have no knowledge of whom he

prominent figure in the New Yoke business community, Jones had no desire to antagonize Eswadia. He looked at Jonell disapprovingly, paused for a moment, and then smiled. "I can't blindly trust Mr.

remarked, finishing his whiskey in one

left, Jones frowned. "One woman and your own

secure the port routes. Isn't that feasible?"

at him, a hint of amusement in his expression. "Mr. Davidson, the entire Ansela Chamber of Commerce has been organizing this for six months. I don't want you to offend him because of your actions. Besides, do you think he looks like

Abigail Quinn, he would be in dire straits due to the 30 billion, but

such an ordeal shows he's quite lucky. Don't mess with lucky individuals, it tends to bring bad luck," Jones advised, gently swirling the glass in his