Chapter 365

Chapter 365 Something Amiss.

Cameron immediately nodded in response, and he couldn’t help but ask, “Are we really not going. to

find out how Old Mr. Graham got poisoned? I always thought it odd that Old Mrs. Quinn sent

mushrooms to Old Mr. Graham. She never gave store-bought items as gifts. It’s unlike her.”

Sean stared at him coldly without saying a word.

“I-I just had a pa*sing thought about it…” Cameron stammered before he immediately straightened his

posture and looked ahead.

“I have my own plans for the poisoning. As for Old Mrs. Quinn, I’ll ask her myself when I come back.

Sean replied. He had previously a*sumed that Analise’s actions might have something to do with their

shared knowledge about Abigail’s mysterious past and was a way of burying the hatchet. However,

recalling her attempt to deny any involvement in Colby’s poisoning by inviting him to dinner, he

suddenly felt that Cameron had a point there.

Just then, Cameron added, “I took the time to ask Eric just now. He said Ms. Quinn’s phone had been

hacked with a self-destructive, virus.”

Sean pressed his l*ps together and remained silent for a while. Finally, he said impa*sively, “Got it.”

However, these findings didn’t matter much to him anymore at the moment. Someone was

orchestrating a grand deception to mislead him. If he didn’t go along with it, it would be a waste of the

person’s efforts.

Cameron’s doubts were also conveyed to Eric, who followed Abigail back to his hotel room. Just as she

was about to leave the room, he asked her in a whisper, “Your grandmother might be hiding something

from you. Would you like to come in and talk about it?”

Abigail followed him into the hotel room without saying much.

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Eric got straight to the point without beating around the bush. “It was Cameron who told me that Of

course, it wasn’t on Sean’s orders but based on his own doubts. He said he’s well aware of

grandmother’s attitude toward Sean, so there’s no way she’d give something like mushrooms to Old

Mr. Graham. Her habit is to give her friends only what isn’t available on the market.”

Abigail had been so preoccupied with work these past few days, she hadn’t noticed this at all. She

looked at Eric, asking, “He does have a point there. Our families aren’t on good enough terms yet for

her to send mushrooms to Old Mr. Graham. After all, there’s nothing the Grahams can’t buy.”

“If you want, I can leave my friend here to look into this. Your grandmother must have her reasons for

keeping this from you, so it might not be a good idea to ask her directly.” Eric

suggested as he walked over to the couch and sat down.

Abigail didn’t respond immediately. Kelly’s words had affected her to some extent. Had her

obsession with work caused her to neglect what she should have taken precautions against, thus

leading to the incident?

Eric didn’t urge her for a response either.

A moment later, she said, “I’ll ask her myself.” This was a matter within her family, so she couldn’t let

outsiders seek answers on her behalf.

After returning home from the hotel, Abigail saw Analise sitting on the couch in a trance. She cleared

her throat, upon which Analise snapped back to reality and turned to look at her, asking, “How is

Colby?”

“I didn’t check on him. I was afraid Old Mrs. Graham might get too agitated and have a heart attack,”

Abigail replied as she walked toward Analise.

Analise let out a sigh, her face showing guilt. “It’s all my fault for being a busyb*dy.

Abigail sat down beside her and held her hand, asking, “Grandma, why did you send the mushrooms?

That’s unlike you. You’ve always been well aware of our relationship with the Grahams. Considering

your strong-willed and discerning personality, you wouldn’t do something like this, right?”

“Colby and I are on good terms, so it’s normal for me to send him some mushrooms. What happens in

your generation is your own-

“Grandma, what is it that you can’t tell me?” Abigail asked with a puzzled expression.

“You won’t believe me anyway!” Analise suddenly became angry.

At that point, Abigail grew anxious too. “Old Mr. Graham’s life is involved in this, and the culprit. behind

this is still out there. If you don’t tell me, how am I supposed to find out who poisoned him?”

Analise looked at her, stating firmly, “I haven’t lied to you. I don’t know who’s been talking nonsense in

front of you, but I haven’t lied to you!

Abigail felt helpless that her grandmother refused to admit it. After letting out a sigh, she let go of

Analise’s hand, saying, “I’m going to Capitalis tomorrow. You stay home and don’t go anywhere. I’ll be

back in the evening

“Alright. I’ll make you dinner,” Analise said as she stood up.

Abigail’s brows furrowed involuntarily as she watched Analise enter the kitchen. Once back in her

room, she stared at her laptop screen. She couldn’t help but wonder if Colby’s phone had also been

tampered with. Everything seemed to be shrouded in a fog; she felt like she was being excluded by

everyone, unaware of any situation.

Early the next morning, Abigail and Eric flew to Capitalis. After they signed the contract, Lionel

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waiting for the elevator to arrive

This TV station has a bad reputation Eric muted as he handed his phone to her

Abigail looked at his phone and noticed a private message sent to him by one of his fans. This fas had

participated in a chose at this TV station and had uncovered a lot of dark secrets, eventually quirting.

And now, this fan was burdened with debt-all because of the TV station.

Glenn, the person in charge of Runway Capitalis, insisted that Abigail stay, saying there was a party to

attend in the evening.

Abigail’s inner displeasure reached its peak as she returned to the hotel with Eric. “They never

mentioned the party before we signed the contract, but now, they’re saying it was included in the

contract. The show’s production team is really something else!” she said to Eric as they stood in the

elevator lobby waiting for the elevator to arrive.

“This TV station has a bad reputation,” Eric muttered as he handed his phone to her.

Abigail looked at his phone and noticed a private message sent to him by one of his fans. This fan had

participated in a show at this TV station and had uncovered a lot of dark secrets, eventually quitting.

And now, this fan was burdened with debts-all because of this TV station.