Chapter 410
I Want a Divorce
Chapter 410 Showing Up
It was chilly in Capitalis in November. Fortunately, the company had heating, but it was already
bleak out there. The biting cold wind stung the face as soon as one stepped outside.
very
Abigail and Analise had just arrived at the company early in the morning when they heard Lunaâs angry
voice coming from the office. âWe signed our contract several months ago, and now you donât want the
stuff anymore?! Weâve confirmed the wooden logo with you guys before, and now youâre saying you
canât accept wooden ones. What were you doing before?! Are you guys playing
with us?!â
Abigail patted Analise on the shoulder and then headed toward the office.
Analise hurried to the kitchen.
After entering the office, Abigail sat down on the couch.
Luna glanced at her while placing her hand on her hip. She continued, âYouâve got the approval
documents; now youâre saying the follow-up sales order is null and void. Fine, it is null and void, but I
have the signed and stamped confirmation document and the WhatsApp chat records. If you want to
back out, go ahead, but donât blame me for taking you to court!â
Abigail wasnât sure which company was backing out
âOh, so even our fabric isnât up to standard? What were you guys doing before? Weâve already
invested over 15 thousand to produce the fabric in bulk, and now you say itâs not acceptable? Thatâs
enough! See you in court!â fumed Luna before ending the call abruptly. âThe sycophants and schemers
behind the scenes are at it again! Itâs only been less than half a month since things calmed down, has
it?â Luna said to Abigail, her voice full of anger.
âWhich company is it?â Abigail asked.
Luna was furious. âItâs Eniâs. What a bunch of âssholes!â
âItâs up to Howard now,â Abigail replied.
Luna instantly understood what she meant. She calmed down, saying, âIf itâs okay with Howard. we can
indeed work with him.â
Just as they were talking, there was a knock on the office door.
Thinking it was her grandmother bringing in something for them to drink, Abigail said without thinking,
âCome in.â
The door was pushed open; Kelly and âScarlettâ showed up at the doorway.
Already in a sour mood, Lunaâs demeanor soured further upon seeing Kelly. Luna rose from her
seat, her expression a mix of disdain and irritation as she uttered, âYouâre not welcome here!â
âWhatâs the matter? Are you feeling a bit overwhelmed by the targeting?â Kelly asked with a smug
smile.
As Kelly spoke, Abigail suddenly realized the woman beside her wasnât Scarlett. The possibility struck
her could this be Martha? Intently, she fixed her gaze on the woman, her l*ps firmly pressed together,
seeking confirmation.
Martha was also staring at her with a gentle smile, but the smile in her attractive eyes was cold with a
belligerent glint. âMs. Quinn, if you find it difficult to run your company, you can beg for mercy,â she
said.
my
Abigail maintained a composed expression as she responded in a measured tone, âMartha, itâs
important to remember that a counterfeit will always be just that-counterfeit. No matter how skillfully
one attempts to hide it, the truth will inevitably come to light. By the way, I have doubts whether Eric
has any intentions of marrying your daughter.â She understood the necessity. of identifying her
adversaryâs vulnerability when dealing with their underhanded tactics, and she was willing to employ
similar tactics herself.
Martha couldnât stifle a chuckle at Abigailâs remark. âEric indeed seems somewhat interested in. you,
but marriage requires approval from both familiesâ elders. You, however, are a woman who has been
married once and is seemingly pursuing Eric. Do you genuinely believe you stand a
chance with him?â
âItâs not for you to decide whether thereâs a chance or not,â Abigail replied indifferently.
Luna couldnât help but sigh. âAt your age, engaging in this kind of catfight is really disgusting.â
âTrash talk wonât get you anywhere,â Martha replied, glancing around the office. As she glanced
around, she scoffed. âCapitalis is a great place. Everyone wants to be here, but not everyone can
establish themselves here.â
Kelly looked at Abigail, gloating. âMs. Quinn, would you like to design my evening dress?â she
suggested. âYou donât have to design it, though; the one designed by Mr. Copper is pretty good. If you
say yes, all this targeting will stop.â
âHow can a piece of sh*t like you wear a dress designed by Alana? Youâre just a low-cla*s woman! Do
you really think youâre a princess?â Luna mocked contemptuously, her arms crossed.
Kelly looked at her, her l*ps curling into a smirk. âIâve heard that youâve had a rough time these. years,
too, Miss Smith.â
Although she phrased it cryptically, Luna immediately understood what she meant.
âIâve had a rough time indeed. After all, I worked my way up here one step at a time, unlike some wild
chicken who canât transform into a phoenix even if they manage to perch on a branch. One day, they
might just fall from the tree and end up with nothing,â said Luna, rolling her eyes.
Martha was about to speak when the office door was suddenly pushed open.
Analise was holding a bowl of pasta. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Martha, and her
countenance changed slightly.
Martha rested her gaze upon her, looking her up and down with eyes like a venomous snake, sending
shivers down peopleâs spines. âThis must be Old Mrs. Quinn, I suppose,â she said with a
smile.
Abigail blocked her view. âItâs none of your business.â
Marthaâs gaze softened. She raised an eyebrow and lifted her chin, looking calm and indifferent. âThatâs
all I have to say. Ms. Quinn and Miss Smith, you two had better think carefully about the consequences
of punching above your weight,â she said before walking toward the door.
Analise walked over to the coffee table with the pasta in hand while still looking at Martha. After the two
women left, she asked Abigail, âIs she Mrs. Pearson?â