Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean)
Chapter 375

Chapter 375 Hand Over Your Phone!

Abigail's disinterested look infuriated Tristan. Meanwhile, Eric couldn't help but smirk.

"Take two," Tristan said with frustration, then walked to the side.

Abigail resumed speaking, and Tristan remained silent this time.

During the break, he took his notebook and whispered to the staff.

Eric and Abigail sat on chairs during the break. "This variety show is really frustrating. As he said. that, he opened a bottle of water for her.

"We've just started. She rejected the water he offered. After all, they had to be cautious on the set.

With a smile, he took a sip of water himself before whispering, "Lewis was asked to leave in the middle of filming. Who knows what their intentions are?"

She leaned back in her chair and replied in a hushed tone, "Regardless, we'll meet the enemies head-on."

Since there were not many scenes that Abigail needed to record, filming ended in two hours. Tristan then impatiently asked, "How's the investigation going?" "Let me check my phone," she replied.

When she took out her phone, she saw messages from Ronaldo and Eric's friends. She then said, "The person who messaged me has been caught. I'll post another Instagram update to clear things. up. However, it was the secretly planted virus on my phone that caused this incident."

"Hand me your phone. I'll have it checked, Tristan immediately demanded.

"My phone has a lot of private data. If something serious happens, how will you take responsibility?" She didn't trust him, and she was surprised by his audacious request.

"Alana, private data can be transferred, but if the phone is the problem, it's a problem for the entire crew. Do you understand?" His tone was anxious.

"Alright." She nodded.

After deleting several important apps and clearing all her important data, she handed her phone to Tristan, who left right after that.

Eric was concerned. "Aren't you worried they might plant a new virus?"

"We have your friend, don't we?" Abigail smiled.

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At her words, he instantly felt reassured. Right. My friend has our backs. There's nothing to worry about.

In the following days, Abigail continued filming as usual, and Tristan mellowed down as well.

After she posted the Instagram update, Runway Capitalis not only gained a surge in popularity, but its stock also rose.

Once the evening shoot ended, Tristan received a phone call, and his expression darkened instantly. He quickly left the set and muttered while suppressing his anger, "She planted a virus. on Abigail's phone?" The person on the other end answered in the affirmative before hanging up.

Immediately, Tristan dialed another number and yelled furiously. "What's wrong with you? If you want my production team to deal with Abigail, don't do anything behind the scenes. You nearly jeopardized the entire TV station!"

"What's the matter, Mr. Stuart? Why are you so angry?" The woman's voice on the phone was soothing.

"Don't act innocent with me. Did your people plant the virus on Abigail's phone?" He was fuming. Being his arrogant self, he didn't show any respect, even when he was talking to Vincent's wife.

The woman was well aware of the situation. "What's wrong? Why did the virus trouble you?" Her voice was soft. Since Tristan had influential connections, everyone in the high society of Capitalis had to show him some respect.

"The virus went everywhere in her phone, and her conversations with people have been leaked! Let me tell you this-I'm already annoyed that she's on the set. If you keep playing these stupid. tricks, don't blame me for breaking the contract halfway through. When that happens, figure out how to pay the cost of breaching the contract on your own," he angrily declared.

The woman remained good-natured, smiling as she comforted him. "I'm afraid you don't know. Abigail well, Mr. Stuart. The virus has been on her phone for a long time. Something happened before this, and she should have deleted it then. Now that you've found it hasn't been deleted, it might be a trap she set up to make us fight with each other."

Instantly, Tristan calmed down. After all, he had clashed with Abigail plenty of times. How could he not know that she wasn't as simple as she appeared on the surface?

Seeing how he remained silent, she continued, "You should be careful. She's not an easy opponent. She had the virus on her phone, and she chose to release negative news about your TV station out of so many things. Don't you replace that suspicious?"

He hummed in agreement and promptly hung up.

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Under the cover of night, his face became extremely sinister. He had enjoyed a smooth sailing career at the TV station for so many years, and this was the first time he had encountered someone as tricky as Abigail. How dare she fool me?!

When he returned to the set, he calmly instructed Abigail, "Come with me to get your phone later."

"I'll go with her, Eric spoke up.

Tristan sneered. "What are you trying to indicate, Eric? Do you think I would do something to

her?"

"It's not like you've never considered it." Eric was blunt.

"Fine, then come along." Though Tristan hadn't figured out how to deal with Abigail at the moment, he wouldn't let her off easily for challenging him.

He took them to the hotel where he was staying and handed Abigail her phone. "We couldn't replace out who did it, but I've removed the virus, so you don't need to worry anymore."