Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean)
Chapter 581 Schemed Against?

Upon seeing that Abigail was not receptive to their requests, the others had to give up.

Throughout the day, countless people asked if they could use her application sooner. After politely declining them all, she felt exhausted.

At noon, she went to her assigned guest room to rest after finishing her meal.

Abigail sat by the window out of habit and sent Sean a message.

'Has anyone from the Pearsons disturbed Grandma?'

For some reason, even though it wasn't anything important, Abigail couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Soon, Sean replied to her message.

'No. Grandma is fine. Don't worry.'

She felt relieved after reading the message.

'How is the trade fair going? Are you getting used to it?'

'There's nothing to get used to; the trade fair is going well. We've secured many foreign trade deals, which will benefit Fairy Meadow's future development.'

All in all, Abigail was very satisfied with today.

After chatting with Sean for a while, Abigail looked out the window and suddenly saw Howard getting into a car. The car was driven by someone she remembered as Adam Strong.

She quickly switched her phone to camera mode and zoomed in.

After confirming it was Adam's car, she couldn't help but frown.

Howard knew that Adam was eager to get priority access to the application, yet he still got into Adam's car.

Abigail didn't immediately call Howard. She wanted to see what he was up to.

She sat by the window for an hour.

However, Adam and Howard didn't return.

She was getting restless, and just as she was about to call Howard, his call came in.

She answered the call, but before she could say anything, she heard Adam's voice on the other end.

"Miss Quinn, Mr. Creed is here with me. He violated my mistress, and here's my condition. If you agree, my mistress won't go to the police. If you don't agree, Fairy Meadow will face a scandal." Adam's voice contained a sinister and cunning tone.

Abigail narrowed her eyes. "Are you trying to scheme against me? I saw that you took him away and even recorded a video. Why don't you let your mistress report to the police?"

Howard was unreliable. She had turned a blind eye to him receiving gifts occasionally, as it was common in this industry, but he didn't stay vigilant at all, even in a foreign place!

"What difference does it make if you recorded a video? I have evidence of him violating my mistress. If you want to go so far as to disgrace Fairy Meadow in public, I can play along!" Adam's tone was sinister and cunning.

"I can just replace Howard," Abigail retorted coldly.

"But what about the rumors that you promised to protect him no matter what happens? Is that not true?" Adam asked with a sly chuckle.

At that, Abigail's expression turned stern, and she firmly held her phone. She took a moment before responding, "You're only hurting yourself by doing this. What does business value? It values integrity. Is it appropriate for you to set a trap for a company's president just to obtain priority access to the application?"

"It's up to me to judge whether it's appropriate or not. Tell me, should I call the police, or should you grant me priority access to the application?" Adam's voice was growing impatient at that point. Abigail licked her lips but didn't answer immediately.

Adam was in the show business and there was already a preferred candidate for the application in the men's shoe category and they had already invested in it.

If Abigail agreed to Adam's condition just to protect Howard, she would breach her commitments with the other side and potentially upset a major brand.

"You can call the police," Abigail responded indifferently.

Even though she had an agreement with Howard, she couldn't protect him in a situation like this. She would replace a way to clear his name later.

Adam smiled and commented, "Mr. Creed, did you hear that? If something happens to you, Miss Quinn will abandon you and won't help you. Why sacrifice yourself for her? She's just a materialistic woman who is only interested in money. She doesn't care about friends like you who put in effort for her."

Abigail was unfazed by his words and replied casually, "Remind Mr. Creed to come back after you've had your heart-to-heart chat."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

The truth was that Abigail didn't care about Howard's situation. She didn't want to deal with it, and he could handle it on his own.

In the afternoon, as the trade fair was about to begin, Howard rushed back to the hotel.

Abigail was getting ready to go to the trade fair when she bumped into Howard coming out of the car.

His suit was wrinkled, and when he saw Abigail, he avoided eye contact.

Abigail shot him an exasperated look and walked away without saying a word.

Adam, the plump man, got out of the car and asked Abigail with a smile, "Miss Quinn, would you like me to give you a ride?"

"There's no need. I'm afraid you might suddenly claim that I have intentions toward you during the car ride and threaten to accuse me of harassment," Abigail replied coldly before heading toward the pre- arranged car.

Adam's gaze turned sinister as he watched her retreating figure. He then smiled and looked at Howard. "She used to dress like a sl*t. Why is she in sportswear this time? Is she pretending to be sanctimonious?"

Howard's blood pressure shot up when he heard that, but he couldn't do anything about it.

In the end, he silently entered the hotel.

The first day of the trade fair quickly came to an end. Abigail, who had originally planned to stay for three days, booked a flight for that very evening.

When Howard saw her coming out of her room with her luggage, he immediately stopped her. "Miss Quinn, are you really leaving? We have more clients coming in later."

Abigail gave him a cold look. "Howard, do you think it's necessary for me to stay?"