The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 90 Scapegoat

Kevin was about to say something, but Abigail asked, “Between you asking for his help and you. giving me the meds, has your phone ever left your sight?”

Victor mused over it. A moment later, he said, “Damian gave me a glass of water when he was taking my size. He chatted with me for a bit after I drank the water, and then I took a nap.”

Kevin licked his lips. “Who knows what you did in that room? He wouldn’t admit to creating this chat history to scapegoat you.” A pause later, Kevin grinned. “And what good does that bring to

him?”

Luna raised her hand. “Of course there is. If he ruins my assistant’s reputation, then my reputation

gets ruined as well. He wasn’t going after Victor. Victor’s just the cannon fodder in this war. His

target was and is still me. And my assistant.”

“There’s no proof of that. You believe his conjecture?” Kevin licked his lips. He had a smile on his face, but the look in his eyes was icy.

Abigail said, “There is proof. Your production team doesn’t have the meds he wanted. Must’ve been bought online and delivered here. You can find that out, can’t you?”

at Abigail and smiled. “Fine, I’ll look into it for you, but I’ll have to

phone out and

kneeling on the ground. His face was drenched in sweat,

looked at

made it through. He said loudly, “Mr. Graham,

wants the suspect to remain in the

pursed her lips. That’s our goal, but you

from his ear. Sean said coolly, “What investigation? Just kick

to kick the designer, the model, and the kitchen staff.” Kevin grinned at Abigail,

silence made the air around them tense. Luna approached

ratio ally.

fire all of them, but if someone can prove Victor’s

for your insistence on his extended existence

show, isn’t it?”

at her. Victor clenched his fists as well. Silence

she has a point. If we don’t investigate this well, the culprit will have scapegoated an innocent man successfully. They can and will keep on

morally bankrupt.”

Sean hung up.

Abigail’s wrist. Gently, she said,

ranks of fame with nothing but