I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 268 Threats

Analise’s expression softened as she sat at the dining table, but there was a hint of worry in her

eyes.

“Why would the Davidsons suddenly target your work? Is it related to the heiress from the Pearson Family?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Abigail looked at her grandmother with confusion. “How is it related to her? It’s just that Eric and I had a little issue that got blown out of proportion online. It’s complicated, but in short, the Davidsons are unhappy with me now.”

“Why is it complicated? Why would they have a problem with you out of nowhere? Explain this to me! I might not interfere with your affairs, but if you’re being bullied, I can’t just stand by and do nothing!” Analise was visibly angry, with her hands on her hips and her brows furrowed.

“Grandma, don’t be upset. Be careful of your blood pressure. It’s just that Eric is related to the Pearson Family through a marriage arrangement. He didn’t want to say that he liked me openly, and then the Davidsons started disliking me. They even canceled the order they had placed with

studio,” Abigail explained, feeling a bit embarrassed.

my

Analise looked at her in silence for a while before swiftly getting up to clear the dishes.

“I’ll keep my distance from them in the future. I won’t let myself get into a bad situation again just because of something like this. I won’t let you worry, Grandma,” Abigail assured, noticing that her grandmother was upset.

you. It’s late. Go

was upset

Abigail began

worry about all these messy matters of yours. You’re an adult now, and

smile upon

Abigail was in her room, Analise put down the cutlery, sat on a chair, and murmured absentmindedly, “Darling, did I do the right thing or

a nervous expression, smiling as she spoke. “A jeweler is here,

1. jeweler visiting her studio out of the blue was quille

go take a look, Abigail

Miss Smith is on a business trip and doesn’t know yer. We’re short

she asked, “Did she come

“No,” the assistant replied.

action for now.”

was a middle–aged man named Chad Lancome. He was dressed in a burgundy handmade suit, and his Bogers were adorned with e quisite rings, but his appearance was

up from his chair bediately and greeted her with a smile. “Ms. Quinn, I’m Chad Lancome, the

I’m Abigail Quinn” she replied, thereafter approaching and

be very busy, so let me get straight to the point, I’m interested in purchasing the peacock overtone pearls that Ronaldo sold to you. I have a wealthy client in Capitalis who wants to use these pearls to create a set of jewelry for her family reunion banquet. Price is not an issue, as

intrigued by the mention of a family reunion

Capitalis… A family