I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 565 They Are Annoying

Sean reluctantly acknowledged that Abigail’s temper had become quite foul. “She probably used to pretend to be gentle,” he thought to himself as he hopped into his car and sent her a text message. I didn’t do anything. Why are you mad at me?’

Unfortunately, he received no reply to his text. So, he sent another one. Abigail, can’t we get along?”

Still, there was no response. Eventually, he had no choice but to set his phone aside, sighing quietly. He then texted Xavien, ‘Find out where Abigail is.

Meanwhile, Abigail was in a lounge with Howard. As she had consumed a few drinks, she appeared somewhat melancholic. “Don’t you have other friends? Why did you ask me out for dinner and drinks?” Howard felt quite flattered. After all, compared to Abigail’s current status, he was just the CEO of Fairy Meadow and didn’t feel worthy enough to dine with her.

“You’re right, I don’t have any other friends,” she replied. Ever since she had immersed herself in her work. she hadn’t had any free time to make so-called friends. As a result, Howard had become the person she was closest to.

When Howard noticed her gloomy expression, he opened a can of beer for her. “Well, we aren’t really friends. Don’t drink too much. The last thing he wanted was to have to take her home.

She glanced at him. “What a failure I am. I don’t even have a friend.”

“Is Luna no longer your friend now that she has a boyfriend?” he teased.

She silently took a sip of beer and answered, “She’s already planning to get married. What about you?”

He wasn’t in a rush when it came to marriage. So, he leaned back in his chair and smiled contentedly. “I’m putting all my efforts into building my career

couldn’t help but take another look at him. He simply grinned at her and said, “You have no idea. what it’s like in Capitalis, but

position. Regular celebrities and socialites would feel extremely proud whenever they invited

because I’m an artist,” she replied with a

want to climb the career ladder,” Howard said, taking a sip

far away, observing Abigail as

and food, she asked, “How’s your

he answered. “Why are

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her head without saying a word. So, he took another sip of tea before calmly asking, “I remember that

were dating, Luna would voluntarily reveal some information about Abigail, such as her background-she didn’t have parents and only had her

“You could say that.”

upset. Howard fell silent for a few seconds before asking, “How do

are my parents,” she said emotionlessly, but her

and his wife. His hand, which was holding his cup, froze mid-air as he stared at her dumbfounded. Finally, he made sense of the entire situation

Abigail nodded. “Yes.”

but take a huge gulp of tea and release a long sigh. “You hate them, don’t you?” he