Chapter 89 Slandered
Luna nodded. “He should be bailed. He’s better than Sean anyway. Aside from sleeping with you,
that guy’s useless.”
Abigail’s cheeks burned. “Stop talking about that. I’m not sleepy anyway, so let’s deal with the
clothes.”
Luna said, “Whatever you want.”
Kevin didn’t go back. Instead, he went into Sean’s room.
Sean was seated before his desk. Coolly, he said, “All settled?”
Kevin approached him and put his hands on the table. The usually flippant guy changed his attitude for a while. “I talked to Abigail just now. She thinks Victor didn’t mean any harm.”
Sean was going through his files, but he stopped for a moment. “Just spit it out.”
Kevin looked at him and stammered, “I–I won’t hold back, then.”
“You talk too much.” Sean was getting impatient.
Kevin quickly said, “Abigail said that if Victor wasn’t the one who did it, we should just let it slide.”
Sean said nothing. He was going to go against Abigail and kick Victor out of the production team.
Kevin scratched his head. “I think you should reflect on yourself. Don’t try to kick everyone out. You can’t guarantee she won’t have suitors forever.”
Sean tossed his file away and looked at Kevin coolly. “What should I reflect on?”
Kevin said, concerned, “You asked that so matter–of–factly. You have no idea at all, huh? Victor helped Abigail do everything when her leg was hurt. Of course, she’s touched.”
Sean fell silent. He helped Abigail with the draft too, but she wasn’t touched at all. “I call the shots in the production team, not her,” said Sean, and he picked his file up to continue reading it.
Kevin was miffed. “I think Victor’s innocent too.”
“None of your business now. Leave. I want evidence, not conjecture,” said Sean coldly.
The next day, Kevin came to Luna’s room and saw Abigail there. Victor came in at the same time. A staff member came and tossed Victor onto the ground. Victor explained, “You don’t trust me either, Ms. Quinn? Yes, I approached you to gain something, but I swear I didn’t mean to harm you.”
Luna was seated before the sewing machine, pretending to work. She fiddled with the shirt and asked Kevin, “Found anything?”
“Yes. The chat history is still on his phone.” Kevin handed Victor’s phone to Abigail.
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