Chapter 251

Chapter 251 Abigail Is So Heartless

Minutes later, Abigail received pictures of Kelly and saw that she was a stunning girl with a slightly aloof

temperament. Her skin was fair, and she appeared like a docile person.

After saving the pictures, she placed this matter to the back of her head for now.

Early the next morning, when she went downstairs for breakfast, she bumped into Kevin and Sean agai

n. “Ms. Quinn, there aren’t many seats left. Here, join us at our

table.” At the sight of her, Kevin immediately waved at her in exaggerated excitement.

While she was still contemplating. Ronaldo’s voice echoed from the restaurant entrance. “Good mornin

g, pretty. I came at the right time today. Come on, I’ll take you to a better place for breakfast. The breakf

ast here isn’t great.”

“Okay.” Her eyes sparkled as she smiled and paced toward him.

Even though Sean did not flinch, the veins on his hand holding a fork were popping.

“Rascal!” Kevin was burning from anger, but he later whined, “Abigail doesn’t care about our feelings at

all.”

“Go settle the bill,” Sean urged and rose to his feet.

Back in his

hometown, Ronaldo drove a red convertible to the hotel. After Abigail was seated properly, he was abo

ut to start the engine when an arm suddenly rested on his car window.

Leaning on his side, Sean kept his eyes glued on Ronaldo’s face as he put on a threatening grin. “Do y

ou mind picking up two more people? It’s our first time in Eastbay, so please take us around and show

us the delicacies and tourist spots here.”

“Well, how can I turn you down when you’ve already put it that way? Hop in.” All Ronaldo felt was Sean

pointing a sharp edge between his brows with his gaze. Like a sword between his eyes, he felt his scal

p turning numb and could not bring himself to turn down Sean.

With a silent sigh, Abigail scooted over and stayed away from Sean, who just climbed into the car.

When Kevin came out, he took

the pa*senger seat. “You drive a good car, Mr. Fernandez.” In the car, he started to chat with Ronaldo.

Otherwise, he would suffocate from the two boring people behind him.

“Thanks. By the way, what business are you guys here in Eastbay for? I heard that Mr. Graham is in th

e property business, but I’ve never heard of any new developments around Eastbay,” Ronaldo asked

him purposely while driving.

Sean was uninterested in answering him and merely twisted his head to the side, running his eyes over

Abigail casually. Occasionally, he would check out her wrist breezily

Sensing his stare, she kept her wrist away, shifted her b*dy to the side, and stared at the scenery

outside.

The wind ruffled her hair high and brushed it over Sean’s face. As her hair swept over his face, he took

in her light, refreshing scent and could not help but recall the details of their married life. Right then, his

heart was filled with sadness and felt heavy.

They did not even have the chance to argue now and were as simple as two strangers.

“You’re gorgeous, Ms. Quinn. Indeed, a gorgeous woman pairs perfectly with a sports car. After we’re d

one with work today, I’ll bring you shopping for a couple of Bohemian skirts. Wearing that to

have fun at the beach, you’ll be the center of the boys‘ attention.” Out of the blue, Ronaldo started prais

ing Abigail without embarra*sment.

With a hand, she straightened out her hair, and her eyes crinkled with her smile. “I kinda like Bohemian

clothes, too. Let’s go to the beach when we’re finished with work and check out how many boys will be

smitten by me.”

Knowing that she was saying that to him, Sean glanced at her with a straight face and asked calmly, “A

re you looking for a boyfriend, Ms. Quinn?”

“No, but it’s my freedom to display the pretty side of myself.” She snapped back composedly.

A lopsided grin tinged the edge of his l*ps at her reply. “You should be selective of the men you’re trying

to attract. They should at least have looks equal to mine. Or else, they’re not good enough for you.”

Stumped, she wondered, Who is he to take himself as the standard for measurement? As disgruntleme

nt filled her heart, she argued, “Aesthetics are objective. In my eyes, you’re just alright.”

In the front, Kevin struggled to stifle his laugh from making sounds. Hurriedly, Ronaldo asked, “What do

you think of me, pretty?”

“You’re very fitting to my aesthetics. Not bad,” Abigail answered, switching to a happy expression.

Then, Sean turned to Ronald and said out of the blue, “I heard that you and Mr. Booker didn’t know eac

h other at first, and it was him who looked for you. That’s how you have the opportunity to work togethe

r.”

“Yeah, actually… He tried contacting me a few times before that.” Due to his question, Ronaldo was ne

rvous, losing his usual relaxed manner.

“Freshie was developing quite well under you, but you decided to heed Mr. Booker’s advice and becam

e so busy. Did you consider whether your audience could take it or not?” Sean folded his arms across h

is chest, and the light in his eyes was bright, like a black panther who had suddenly

awoken.

“It’s not surprising that you don’t know, but the viewership of Freshie TV is very low this year. Our

profits are almost in the negative. If I don’t come up with another solution, I’m afraid I’ll have to shut do

wn the station. If I don’t get out of my comfort zone, how can I cut out a new path for myself?‘ A grinnin

g Ronaldo returned to the relaxed manner that he had before.

However, Abigail had paid special attention to Sean’s words. If I remember correctly, Anthony mention

ed that it was Ronaldo that went to him for his help.