Chapter 230 Who Says I Don’t Like Her?
As they walked along, Sean’s phone rang.
Abigail watched him pull out his phone, and when she saw the caller ID, the joy on her face visibly vanished.
“I’ll take this call; just wait a moment,” Sean said, heading toward the roadside embankment.
Abigail gave a wry smile. Who would care to wait for him?
Without a word, she continued walking, not looking back.
Meanwhile, Sean answered Kingston’s call, his tone icy. “What’s the matter now?”
“Did you install surveillance on my phone?” Kingston went straight to the point, his voice seething with anger.
Sean hadn’t expected Kingston to find out so quickly.
While he was surprised, his voice remained cool, tinged with detachment. “Do evidence that it was me?”
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Sean knew Cameron well enough; there was no way he would let someone like Kingston get dirt on him.
“Sean, I’ve just been released, and only you knew about it. I haven’t contacted anyone else, just you and my sister. It couldn’t possibly be my sister trying to monitor me, right?” Kingston’s voice was filled with suppressed anger.
“You haven’t contacted anyone else? Kingston, do you and your sister think I’m a fool?” Sean sneered, countering.
Kingston fell silent for a moment. After a pause, he said, “Sean, with the way you’re behaving now, are you planning to sever ties with us?”
“Why can’t I sever ties with greedy people? Or is it that you and your sister intend to cling to me for the rest of your lives?” Sean taunted.
“I’ve done enough that you owe both my sister and me, not just in this life, but in several more! You want to sever ties now? You’re tossing me away after using me!” Kingston rebuked angrily.
“Kingston.” Sean’s voice suddenly turned airy.
His tone was bone–chillingly cold and exuded a frigid indifference. “From the moment you found me, I spent nearly 100 million on your sister. Do you understand what kind of sum that is?”
“This money isn’t something you can make just by saving a random person’s life,” Sean stated.
While he used to cherish the debt he owed Kingston for saving his life, now he found that thinking this way undermined his own capabilities.
All along, Kingston had been using this rhetoric to manipulate him.
Sean used to care about the favor Kingston had done him, so he avoided any arguments. Yet, this only made Kingston more brazen.
“But without me saving you…” Kingston began.
“Is dwelling on the past productive, Kingston?” Sean interrupted. “Does everyone who’s been saved owe their savior a debt so high they have to do what I do?”
“My sister wants to marry you. All I’m asking is for you to agree to that condition, and I won’t bother you with these calls again.” Kingston’s voice was filled with stubbornness.
“Who says I don’t like her?” Sean retorted. “Let me tell you, your sister instigated the situation. My grandmother ended up causing Abigail’s grandmother to end up in the hospital, and I haven’t even held your sister accountable for that yet. Yet you and your sister are quick to ask for more favors.”
I should have just given them money from the start. I never should have gotten involved with them.
“Want some ice?” Sean produced a bag of popsicles from behind his back.
Abigail, who had been wearing a cold expression, couldn’t help but smile when she saw the popsicles. “Where did you get these?”
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