I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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

You stay behind after dinner, and I’ll take time talking to you about it,” Tristan

point, everyone

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

drink from him and splashed it onto his face. “Do you still have respect for

wiped. the liquor off his face. Then, he gritted out through clenched teeth, “If you insist

“Mr. Stuart, I’ve recorded

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fell silent at her

evening’s party your personal playground? Pray

uttered

Tristan ordered, “What are you guys waiting here for? Find the recording

Eric. As one of the staff members grabbed 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

from the design industry!” Tristan’s

several staff members, but they were relatively polite toward him. After all,

onto Abigail was suddenly grabbed by the throat and forcefully thrown

a sarcastic smile. “I thought it was some exclusive party, but it turns out that this is a sex party

shifted her gaze toward Sean, who was standing beside her. Truth be told, his presence surprised

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

crowd, his lips pressed together. In reality, he had already called the

was evident that this was specifically aimed

responded, Sean kicked Tristan directly in the stomach with a murderous look in his eyes. “Is

immediately pulled

Mr. Graham, if