Chapter 235

Chapter 235 You’re Not Worthy “Sean!”

Abigail’s eyes suddenly turned cold, her hands clenched into fists. “Sean deleted the surveillance footage?”

“No.” Josh’s answer relieved her, but his next words raised her guard again. “But there was interference in the footage from several key streets.”

Sean went to such lengths for Joan?

Abigail gritted her teeth in frustration and spoke in a low voice. “Mr. Pearson, I hope to have your assistance. Of course, I won’t let you help for nothing. I’ll personally design the outfits for Old Mrs. Pearson’s annual birthday banquet from now on.”

She didn’t want to owe the Pearson Family any favors.

Josh pursed his lips slightly, a fleeting hint of helplessness in his eyes. “We just want to help you.”

“I’ll repay great kindness. If you need anything in the future, I’ll do my best to reciprocate,” Abigail said.

Josh didn’t dwell on this topic any longer and moved on to the matter at hand. “I’ve already arranged for people to find Kingston’s whereabouts. In addition, his motive for doing all this is simply to ensure Joan’s safety. As long as you give up the evidence, your grandmother will be safe.”

Abigail nodded. “I’ve already informed Joan that I won’t sue her. But as for providing evidence... I can’t contact Kingston.”

“Leave that to me. But even if this issue is resolved, it doesn’t mean they won’t cause trouble in the future.”

“I won’t let them off easily either.”

After a brief whispered conversation between Abigail and Josh, he nodded. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

Exiting the cafe, Abigail saw Xavien still there, and her brows furrowed.

Xavien walked over, but before he could say anything, Josh, who had followed Abigail out, spoke. “Abigail, where are you going?

I’ll give you a ride.”

“Alright.” Abigail didn’t refuse.

“Mr. Pearson, I can send Madam back.” Xavien immediately stopped Josh, his tone firm.

“Xavien, Sean, and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. When you address me, be mindful.” Abigail’s voice was cool and distant.

Josh looked at Xavien with a cold expression. “Mr. Summer, you might as well go back and assist Mr. Graham with his work.

There’s no need for him to worry about Abigail’s affairs.”

“Ms. Quinn...” Xavien called out, looking pitiful.

Abigail understood his predicament, but she had no room for mercy. She and Sean were now completely opposed, and she didn’t want any involvement with Sean’s people.

“Xavien, go back and tell Sean that if he still cherishes any trace of our past relationship, he should arrange for me to meet Kingston. If he can’t even do this, then we’ll go our separate ways,” Abigail said coldly, and without looking back, she walked away.

Josh glanced at Xavien, then quickly caught up with Abigail.

Not long after Abigail returned home, Sean learned from Xavien about her meeting with Josh.

Sean’s face darkened, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

Summoning his courage, Xavien spoke up. “Madam was just worried about her grandmother, which was why she contacted Josh.”

Sean picked up his phone and called Cameron.

Once the call connected, he spoke coldly. “Stay put; don’t do anything. I’ll be there soon.”

Cameron was puzzled, but he still responded, “Understood.”

Late at night, Sean appeared in an extremely run–down neighborhood.

After signaling for Cameron to hold his position, he knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened, revealing a greasy–haired man. He was burly with a sinister countenance.

“I never thought you would show up in a place like this, Mr. Graham.”

Sean stared coldly at him. “Kingston, what do you want?”

“What do I want? Don’t you know?” Kingston smirked. “Of course, I want you to marry Joan. When I’m your brother–in–law, we can talk everything out.”

“It’s impossible.”

“Is it? Then, today Abigail’s grandmother will die, and tomorrow, it could be Abigail herself. Tsk, they’ll both die for you. You...”

Before he could finish, Sean kicked him.

Completely unprepared for Sean’s kick, Kingston stumbled back. His gaze toward Sean turned dark and menacing.

Sean looked at him coldly. “You’re trying to negotiate terms with me? You’re not worthy.”