Book TRK
Chapter 257
Chapter 257
Chapter 257 She’s Not Even Mad
Kevin chimed in, “What kind of seafood is it? Tell me about it so I can bring some back to try too.”
Abigail asked Ronaldo with a smile, “Would you mind if I send him some as well?”
“What’s with the formality? It’s been given to you, so it’s yours to do with as you please,” replied Ronald
o generously.
Sean hung up the phone, saying, “Mr. Fernandez, please lead the way.”
After checking the room and making sure there was nothing left behind, Abigail was about to pick up he
r suitcase. However, Sean happened to be near the suitcase, so he reached out and took it before catc
hing up with Ronaldo.
After hesitating for a moment, Abigail eventually followed them in silence.
“Let’s get out through the back door with me. Considering Mr. Davidson’s fame, there’ll be more than a
swarm of paparazzi,” said Ronaldo as he led them toward the elevator accessible only to
the hotel’s staff.
“Okay,” replied Abigail.
After the four of them entered the elevator, she no longer held her tongue. “You shouldn’t have snatche
d the phone from Mr. Davidson’s fan today. You’re working for a TV station, and fans are very skilled at
digging up someone’s information. If your identity is exposed, your show’s reputation will suffer.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Ronaldo seemed surprised that she was concerned about him. Their interactions had been nothing
else but business–
related pleasantries before, but today’s incident seemed to have added a touch of friendship to their pa
rtnership. “In that case… will there be any problems later?” He appeared nervous. “I thought once we c
alled the police, they’d be in the wrong. They’ve invaded your privacy, after all.”
“I’m just reminding you to never
do that again. The internet is chaotic nowadays, and there are countless instances of someone being q
uoted out of context. Even innocent people find it hard to prove their innocence, and netizens‘ emotions
are easily stirred by false narratives. L.Moon will deal with today’s incident, so don’t worry,” explained
Abigail, reassuring him. She had no intention of letting him get dragged into this mess.
“Alright! Thank you.” Ronaldo’s eyes were brighter than usual, holding a touch of strange emotion.
Kevin cleared his throat.
Sean’s grip tightened slightly on Abigail’s suitcase, but he said nothing in the end.
Abigail darted a look at Kevin. “Do you have a sore throat?”
“Uh… maybe it’s the smell of sea salt in the air here in Eastbay. I think I am allergic to it,” said Kevin as
he pinched his throat.
Abigail knew he had done that on purpose, but she nonetheless offered him an out. “I have drinking wa
ter in my suitcase. Do you want to have some?”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Ms. Quinn, but it’s not necessary.” Kevin hurriedly refused.
As they got in Ronaldo’s car, Abigail received a call from Eric’s number. She clutched the phone and to
ok a deep breath before answering the phone call. “Hi, Mr. Davidson,” she said in a polite voice laced w
ith coldness.
“Hi, Ms. Quinn. I’m Eric’s talent agent. I know the incident on the internet is the media taking things out
of context and causing damage to you and Eric’s reputations. Our company is sincerely sorry for that.
May I ask if
you’re free? I’d like to discuss a solution with you,” explained Eric’s talent agent to her in a businesslike
tone.
Abigail sensed no sincerity in her voice; instead, she discerned the underlying meaning behind her
words. Sean’s guest is right; Eric’s phone has indeed fallen into the hands of his talent agent. “I’m quite busy. If you want to discuss the solution,
you can do it now,” she replied flatly.
Just when Eric’s talent agent was about to speak, Abigail heard Eric’s voice coming through the phone.
“Who gave you the right to touch my phone?!” After that, the call was cut off abruptly.
Hearing her phone conversation, Sean turned to glance at her, saying, “Once Miss Smith clarifies the si
tuation, he’ll be put on the spot. I just wonder what he’ll think about it.” A unilateral clarification of the sit
uation from Abigail’s side meant that Eric would have to face the consequences of his own actions. Kno
wing that she and Eric were on friendly terms, giving her an advance warning about the situation.
“He’s in the entertainment industry. Naturally, he has his own ways to handle it,” replied Abigail. She wa
s grateful to Eric and could repay him in many ways, but she wouldn’t do so by eating dirt and taking th
e blame for him.
Just then, her thoughts were interrupted by her
ringing phone. Seeing that it was another call from Eric’s number, she answered the call.
As soon as the call connected, Eric said apologetically, “Just clarify this in whatever way you want. Sinc
e it’s my fault, I’ll bear the consequences. And besides, I’m not engaged to anyone. Has someone purp
osely spread this news to smear our reputations?”
“Who did it? Your enemies or someone else?” She had a hunch that the culprit was either related to the
Pearsons or her own family.
“I haven’t found out yet. Can you give me some time?” Eric sounded even more apologetic.
“Eric, it’s fine as long as you find out who’s behind this. L.Moon will clarify the situation as necessary. As you know, L.Moon is just starting to grow. We can’t afford any scandals, or all the
hard work we put in will be in vain.” Abigail’s attitude was still the same as the night before; she
wasn’t even mad at him for getting her in trouble.