Abbott went out of the office and closed the door behind him. He lowered his head and looked at the number in his hand, and his facial expression instantly became hideous.

He didn't need to check the number; he knew who did it.

“Mr. Baron." The secretary came out from the pantry and greeted him when he saw Abbott.

Abbott was so absorbed in his thought that he didn't notice anyone coming. When someone suddenly walked up to him and spoke to him, he was startled.

"Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here? What are you looking at? Why are you so engrossed with that thing in your hand?" While saying that, the secretary looked towards the paper in his hand.

Abbott covered the paper and said, "What are you looking at? Go back to work."

The secretary glimpsed at him, "You think I want to watch it? I can tell from your pale face that this must be an annoying task."

Abbott immediately touched his face and said, "My face doesn't look good?"

The secretary ignored him and went back to her seat with her water.

Abbott didn't ask further and walked towards the elevator. Then, he glanced around and made sure that no one was around him. After that, he quickly ran into the stairway, took out his phone, and dialed it.

The phone call went through, but no one answered the call. Abbott called again with a gloomy face.

call finally got through after the third

other party furiously, "What are you trying

Do you have to be so fierce? You are scaring me." Emma was draped with a white towel, sitting on a recliner. She

"You know

don't know what you are talking about. But if you are talking about sending a text message to

"Stop it!"

to ask your boss to meet me at Hyatt Hotel. Then,

Abbott rudely interrupted her before Emma could

too. If I remember correctly, his wife is

angrily, "What

want?" Emma laughed, then she suddenly said in a cold tone, "He killed my dad and put my

blame themselves for

you going to deny

"You set me up..."

slept with me. I have video evidence, and it only has your face and your naked body in it. If I sell this to the pornographic website or the news media, I can probably fetch a

turned pale. If he could, he really

It would be fine if it was just a normal one-night stand. Who knew, this woman took

find a chance; therefore she could

easy target, and even if she had succeeded, it might not be an easy task to threaten

the end,

down, "Let's meet up and talk

smiled and asked, "Do you

nonsense. Let's meet up at the bar from the last

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