The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 257 She’s Not Even Mad

Kevin chimed in, “What kind of seafood is it? Tell me about it so I can bring some back to try too.”

Abigail asked Ronaldo with a smile, “Would you mind if I send him some as well?”

“What’s with the formality? It’s been given to you, so it’s yours to do with as you please,” replied Ronaldo generously.

Sean hung up the phone, saying, “Mr. Fernandez, please lead the way.”

After checking the room and making sure there was nothing left behind, Abigail was about to pick up her suitcase. However, Sean happened to be near the suitcase, so he reached out and took it before catching up with Ronaldo.

After hesitating for a moment, Abigail eventually followed them in silence.

“Let’s get out through the back door with me. Considering Mr. Davidson’s fame, there’ll be more than a swarm of paparazzi,” said Ronaldo as he led them toward the elevator accessible only to

the hotel’s staff.

“Okay,” replied Abigail.

the four of them entered the elevator, she no longer held her tongue. “You shouldn’t have snatched the phone from Mr. Davidson’s fan today. You’re working for a TV station, and fans are very skilled at digging up someone’s information. If your identity is exposed, your

was concerned about him. Their interactions had been nothing else but business–related pleasantries before, but today’s incident seemed to have added a touch of friendship to their partnership. “In that case… will there be any problems later?” He appeared nervous. “I thought once we called the police, they’d be in the wrong. They’ve invaded your privacy,

do that again. The internet is chaotic nowadays, and there are countless instances of someone being quoted out of context. Even innocent people find it hard to prove their innocence, and netizens‘ emotions are easily stirred by false narratives. L.Moon will deal with today’s incident, so don’t worry,” explained Abigail, reassuring him. She had no intention of

brighter than usual, holding a touch of

Kevin cleared his throat.

tightened slightly on Abigail’s suitcase, but

look at Kevin. “Do you have

sea salt in the air here in Eastbay. I think I am allergic to it,” said Kevin as he

but she nonetheless offered him an out. “I have drinking water in my suitcase. Do

of you, Ms. Quinn, but it’s

received a call from Eric’s number. She clutched the phone and took a deep breath before answering the phone call. “Hi, Mr. Davidson,” she said in a polite

media taking things out of context and causing damage to you and Eric’s reputations. Our company is sincerely sorry for that. May I ask if you’re free? I’d like to discuss a solution with you,” explained Eric’s talent agent to

guest is right; Eric’s phone has indeed fallen into

the phone. “Who gave you the right to touch my phone?!” After that, the call was

about it.” A unilateral clarification of the situation from Abigail’s side meant that Eric would have to face the consequences of his own actions. Knowing that she and Eric were on friendly terms, giving