The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339 The Dust Settles

That evening, Joan called Sean. “Sean, my brother’s friend has kidnapped your grandma. I’ll give you the address right now. You have to save her,” she reported in a hurry, her voice mildly cracking.

Man, if she actually puts that effort into acting, she’d have made a name for herself by now, but some people are trash, no matter how you cut it. Even when I’ve set her up to be a big star, she’s still confined to her narrow point of view. She’d never have the courage to step onto the path.

“What? Grandpa didn’t tell me about it.” Sean played along, but he motioned at Xavien to start working.

Xavien quickly connected the line to Kingston’s friend.

Having no idea about that, Joan said, “They knew they couldn’t get through you easily, so they snapped a video and sent it to Colby. They told him not to tell you, so only Colby and Analise got the video. They want the two of them to tell Abigail to settle out of court. That way, Kingston won’t have to go to court.”

A moment of silence later, Sean said, “How can I know if that’s true? Grandpa told me nothing, and I’m busy with work. Unless this is verified, I won’t do anything.”

“I have the video here. I can send it to you. You’re smart, so you’ll know if it’s true. And I know where they’re keeping Old Mrs. Graham. I’ll give you the address.”

He grunted. A moment later, he got the video and address. After seeing the video, he told Xavien, “Get someone to rescue my grandma.” He then told her, “Grandma isn’t looking good. Can you talk to them a little? She’s not young anymore. This kind of torture can kill her. Protect her until I get there.”

“Yes!” said Joan, her excitement unmistakable.

The call ended, and then Sean took the phone Xavien gave him. “So, do you want my men to catch all of you, or will you hand my grandmother back?” asked Sean coolly.

“You knew what she was going after all this time? You got a spy to reveal all this to me, didn’t you?” answered the man, humiliated. He and Joan thought they were playing the Grahams like a fiddle, but unbeknownst to him, Sean had been watching all this time, and he played them like a puppet master pulling the strings.

“There’s always a bigger hunter out there. Fighting me was the wrong choice. You still have a chance, though. Go to the address Joan gave me and beat her up. She’s the real traitor,” said Sean calmly.

The man hung up in fury.