I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 247 Perfect Candidate for Marriage

Abigail looked him in the eye. “You should know that this program isn’t working out. I saved the situation for him with Troubled Times. Or else, he would be screwed with his original idea.

“Thank you.” Anthony’s voice was filled with gratitude, but he sounded worried at the same time. “We’re still friends, aren’t we, little junior?”

“Of course. I’ve been competitive my whole life, so I’ll help you out,” she teased.

Regardless, Abigail had to repay the favor she owed to him. Even if she could not, she had to come up with a solution. After all, he had mentioned earlier that he was here to ask for her help, which proved how important Ronaldo was to him.

Meanwhile, Ronaldo stayed in Pendorf and decided to tour around for a week, and playing the duty of a host, Abigail sent one of the male employees from the studio to be his guide.

One day, amid work, her employee dashed into her office in excitement and exclaimed delightfully, “Mr. Fernandez is such an interesting man. He had Donny ship in a big batch of seafood that was fished out this morning and rented an airplane to deliver it here by air!”

Although Pendorf was a huge city with its seafood supply, the variety of seafood produced here could not be compared to Eastbay, a city dependent on the sea.

saw Donny, Ronaldo’s assistant, standing under the

almost two hundred boxes of seafood, she gasped in surprise. “Mr. Donny, how much do these seafood cost? The studio will pay it to Mr. Fernandez,” she said with a straight face, pacing toward a slightly stout man. Since they were going to

are fished out by Mr. Fernandez’s company, so you don’t have

“He’s giving away so many expensive goods for nothing? This

toward them and came to a stop in front of the studio. The car door swung open, and he climbed out, dressed up fancily in a pair of sunnies, a beachy shirt, and

kind. We’re just

owe our meeting to fate, and this little bit of seafood is just a token

let me know, and I’ll fish them out for you.” Ronaldo fanned himself with the paper fan he always carried with him, his face

if he gives one or two boxes, but he’s giving me almost two hundred boxes now.

open up the topic, so I

of times. “Then, you’ll have to tell

grin spread across his face. “Fret not. It’s not anything illegal. You’re Anthony’s friend, and I’d

Anthony, Abigail said, “Let’s go

needles on his chair. Although Sean had done absolutely nothing and

girl next to him asked in a gentle voice,