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I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 328 No Backing Out!

Sean withdrew his hand. He looked at Abigail and said, “I’ll inform his parents and have them contact you

personally.”

She nodded and looked at the man. “If it’s something related to me, you can just call me directly. You don’t need to

come here just to inform me.”

“If I didn’t come in person, they might think they can bully you. I won’t allow anyone to do that to you,” he replied

calmly as if it was something quite ordinary.

She chuckled. “You won’t allow it?”

Her words had a hidden meaning, and he could sense what she had not said. In Abigail’s view, he had no right to

say whether he allowed it. He was not someone special to her, so why should he have a say?

Sean sighed helplessly. “I’m doing this of my own accord.”

He did not want to dwell on the matter with Abigail any longer. After explaining, he planned to leave. Initially, he had

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intended to invite her to have dinner, but it surely would not happen.

As he sat in the car and smoked, Cameron frequently watched him through the rearview mirror. “What are you

looking at?” Sean questioned with a cigarette in hand, his tone not very pleasant. Cameron looked away. “I was

looking at the car behind us, sir.”

Sean’s lips curled into a somewhat chilly smile, “You’re not being honest, Cameron.”

“I am…” Cameron muttered.

“You’re lying to my face.” Sean pressed on, pondering whether he had been too lenient lately that. Cameron dared

to lie to him.

“Mr. Graham, I think you should just tell Mrs. Graham directly that you want to pursue her. You not expecting

anything in return and saying you’re doing this on your own accord won’t earn her gratitude,” Cameron murmured.

Sean squinted at those words. The smoke made his expression somewhat unclear. “You don’t know her,” he stated

calmly.

Once Abigail stopped loving someone, her heart would turn into solid concrete. To get her to open up and take her

heart out from behind the sturdy concrete layer, he had to do it slowly without pressuring her.

Cameron fell silent then. He could feel Sean’s perplexed emotions. Even he had to admit that

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Abigail was like a porcupine now, making it impossible for Sean to approach her in any way.

Abigail was in front of her computer when she received a call from Damon. She answered without speaking, and he

was the first to pipe up. “Miss Alana, I’m sorry… Did my father contact you?”

“Not yet,” she replied curtly.

He hesitated briefly before speaking softly, “I initially wanted to keep it a secret, but it got discovered so quickly.

Don’t worry, I won’t shortchange you on the money. I know many people want this gown, but please, you have to

save it for me.”

“I’m a legitimate businesswoman. Once a contract is signed, I won’t renege on it,” she replied. calmly.

Damon hesitated before asking quietly, “Can I still get this gown? I want to surprise her, even if it means spending

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all my savings. I used my business card to deceive you, but all I want is to secure. this dress.”

“Once a contract is signed, everything is set in stone. I’d have to pay a substantial penalty if I breach the contract,

so I won’t engage in a losing deal. As long as you insist on it, this deal will be completed, Abigail replied with a

confident tone, showing no signs of worry.

His tone was filled with gratitude as he uttered, “Thank you. I’ll come to collect the dress at the end of the year.”

After Abigail hung up the phone, she let out a sigh of relief. Since Ronaldo had referred to her as an artist, it was

reasonable for an artist to have a somewhat eccentric personality. As long as Damon wanted the dress, she would

not go back on her word.

Not long after, she received a text message. Miss Alana, I’m Damon Copper’s mother. I’d like to know if it’s

convenient for us to talk. This is my number:

Abigail saw the unfamiliar string of numbers and decided to engage with her.

‘I apologize for the intrusion. You probably know the reason I’m messaging you. What Damon did was unscrupulous,

and he has put you in a difficult position. As his mother, I’m truly sorry. However, no matter what, I hope you can

refuse to sell the dress to him. I’m willing to compensate you three times the amount, no matter how much.

Integrity is more important to me than money. Perhaps to you, not selling a dress is a mere inconvenience that

would result in significant compensation. But from a long-term perspective, can you persuade yourself to act

inconsistently in your work, Mrs. Copper?”