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Chapter 135

    Chapter 135


    Chapter 135 Aggressive Rival


    After Abigail’s assistant hung up the phone, she shook her head and muttered to herself, “Abigail is still


    single. What on earth was that?”


    She then nced at Anthony, who was chatting with Abigail in the office. A smile yed on her lips.


    Although Abigail has great on-screen chemistry with Mr. Graham, I’m a die-hard romantic. Mr. Graham


    buying a bag for Joan has be a sore point for me.


    In the end, she decided to root for Anthony and Abigail.


    When she heard that Anthony was Abigail’s senior, her imagination quickly painted a picture of a heart-


    wrenching campus drama about unrequited love.


    The phone rang again, and she picked it up, realizing it was the same number as before. She pressed


    the answer button rather impatiently.


    “Mrs. Graham!” Kevin’s anxious voice sounded through the phone.


    “Who are you? Abigail is single. There’s no such person,” she replied assertively.


    Suddenly, Sean snatched Kevin’s phone away. “Where’s Abigail?”


    The assistant was momentarily puzzled. This voice sounds familiar. Instantly, she became cautious.


    “What business do you have with her? She’s working. For orders, please contact Miss Smith.”


    After saying that, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was one of Joan’s admirers.


    “Does she work without bringing her phone with her?” asked Sean coldly.


    The assistant, feeling a bit unhappy, maintained her professional demeanor. “Yes, she’s meeting


    someone important right now. She can’t answer the phone.”


    “Who exactly is that?” he asked instinctively.


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    sorry,


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    the studio,” she replied with a mischievous smile.


    With that, she hung up the phone right away. Abigail is just a designer. There’s no reason for someone


    to be looking for her as a client. He was probably trying to stir up some trouble.


    Kevin’s eyes widened as he heard the assistant’s words, feeling shocked.


    Sean returned the phone to Kevin, his brows furrowed, and a dark expression shed across his


    eyes.


    “It’s definitely Anthony.”


    “Your rival… is quite aggressive,” Kevin murmured in a low voice.


    “I need to leave now.” Sean stood up abruptly.


    Kevin hastily said, “I’ll work on the breach of contract. We haven’t submitted the procedure yet.”


    Anthony deliberately talked to Abigail about the history of the Western Roman Empire’s downfall


    in great detail, giving her plenty of inspiration.


    When Sean and Kevin arrived, it was nearly lunchtime.


    Abigail smiled as she and Anthony walked out of her office.


    When she turned around, she saw Sean and Kevin sitting in the reception area outside her office.


    Meanwhile, her assistant stood to the side, looking down and remaining silent.


    Seeing this scene, Abigail furrowed her brows slightly.


    Kevin, with a cheerful smile, asked her, “Miss Quinn, where’s Miss Smith?”


    “She’s on a business trip. What brings you here?” Her tone was indifferent, and her eyes were sharp.


    All this while, Sean had his legs crossed while flipping through a fashion magazine he found


    nearby. “We’re here to have lunch with you, Miss Quinn.”


    When she came out with Anthony earlier, he had overheard them agreeing to have lunch together.


    Abigail looked at him,pletely unaware of what he was up to.


    “Sorry, but I’ve already made ns with Mr. Booker,” she declined calmly.


    Seeing this scene unfold from the side, the assistant couldn’t help but wonder, What kind of drama


    is going on right now?


    “I invited you for lunch, and I don’t ept unrted people joining,” she replied in a calm but


    stubborn manner.


    At this moment, Kevin felt the chilling aura surrounding Sean and couldn’t help but shrink back.


    When Anthony heard Abigail’s words, he was delighted, and his eyes turned into crescents as he


    smiled. “That’s okay. I don’t mind. Let’s go.”


    Comparatively, Kevin found Anthony quite likable. Sean came out of the blue, looking like he was


    trying to catch an affair. If Abigail looks at it carefully, she would feel like Sean doesn’t trust her.


    Meanwhile, Anthony seems more understandingpared to him.


    Sean gritted his teeth and let out a bitter, sarcastic smile. Anthony is really quick to seize


    opportunities. He’s acting like he’s in charge.


    As Abigail passed by him, he firmly grasped her wrist and said, “Miss Quinn, with so many people


    shipping us on the inte, if you change partners after leaving the show, aren’t you afraid people


    will use you of creating a fauxmance?”


    “I’m not from the entertainment industry anyway. I don’t care what they think,” she replied, struggling


    against his grip.


    “Do you thinkizens are easy to deal with? Be careful not to tarnish L.Moon Studio’s reputation.” He


    uttered those words through gritted teeth..


    As Abigail pressed her lips together, she nced sideways at him. After a moment, she nodded


    reluctantly. “Alright, let’s go together.”


    “I’ll go start the car, Abby,” Anthony said, his smile as warm as a gentle breeze.


    Meanwhile, Sean held her hand, not giving her a chance to respond to Anthony. “You drive ahead and


    lead the way. Since you’re treating, choose a restaurant.”


    Abigail took a deep breath to suppress the anger rising within her.


    After what happened, Kevin was very concerned about Sean. With his assertive attitude, he doesn’t


    seem to stand a chance.


    “Sure,” Anthony replied with a smile on his face.
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