I Want a Divorce

Chapter 8

“How much does this car cost?” Luna stared at the supercar, which got

caught under the back of her Volkswagen, through the rearview mirror and

asked wryly, “Are both our net worths enough to pay for the damages?”

Abigail blinked and teased, “It wasn’t on purpose? I thought you hit the car

because you were mad at the driver for stealing your parking space.”

“I panicked, but I certainly was no fool!” Luna’s facial expression twisted in

pain at the thought of the amount of compensation she would have to pay.

Abigail leaned over to help her put the gearbox in parking mode and pulled

the handbrake before opening the door and getting out of the car. “I’ll check it

out.” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

At the same time, the owner of the supercar stepped out too. It was a

handsome man with a height of 6’2” feet. He was wearing a pair of oversized

black sungla*ses, which covered half of his face and only revealed his

attractive nose as well as overly rosy l*ps. Once he saw Abigail step out of the

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Volkswagen, he momentarily stopped chewing the gum in his mouth and

smiled. “Miss Slim Waist, have we met before? Why do I feel you look awfully

familiar?”

Likewise, Abigail thought he looked familiar too. Therefore, she approached

him and took a closer look. Then, she immediately realized that the man was

none other than Kevin Stewart, Sean’s closest and best friend, who grew up

with him. However, she merely met him once, which was two years ago. At

that time, Sean was drunk. So, she had to ferry his wasted *ss home and

consequently greeted Kevin in the process.

Abigail’s eyes wandered back and forth between the disastrous state of the

head of Kevin’s supercar and his face. Then, she curled her l*ps into a smile

and tentatively called out, “Kevin?”

Kevin was taken aback. So, he raised his hand, pushed his black sungla*ses

up, and squinted his fox eyes as he looked at her. “Miss Slim Waist, have we

indeed met before?”

“I’m Abigail Quinn.”

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Kevin thought about it for a few seconds before recalling who Abigail was.

Then, he reflexively straightened and greeted, “Abigail…”

She didn’t bother wasting her breath explaining her newly single status as

she glanced at the head of Kevin’s supercar and said, “About your car…”

Kevin clapped his hands and continued, “It’s my fault! I was in a hurry for a

meet–up, so I thought of racing for a parking space. It’s nothing serious. I’ll just

claim the car insurance later.”

Thus, she smiled. “Sure. You can claim the car repair expenses from Sean.”

He swiftly dismissed her suggestion by saying, “No, I can’t do that! It’s no big

deal. You can just go your own way!”

Abigail turned around and left. Once she got into the Volkswagen, she stared

at Luna, who was covered in cold sweat and utterly dumbfounded. “What are

you doing? Drive! Drive to the parking lot of the opposite shopping mall.”

“Oh, okay.” Although Luna remained in the car, she had heard every word

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between Abigail and Kevin’s conversation. Therefore, she was slightly

startled. “Are you not afraid that he would tattle to Sean later?”

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“I will decide what to do when that happens. Right now, all we need is to

make sure we are safe through the afternoon.” Abigail looked wholly

indifferent. “If we are forced to spend three hours negotiating with him, not

only would we have to pay the damages, but we would also lose a business

deal.” Moreover, Kevin is super close with Sean. He won’t fuss about such a

trivial amount of money.

After a few seconds of silence, Abigail warned, “You will be Alana while I’ll be

your a*sistant once we arrive at East Joy Talent later.”

Luna asked in utter bewilderment, “Why? Are you planning on giving me

credit for your achievements now?”

Abigail glared at her. “Are you an idiot? What if the place where Kevin rushed

to for his meet–up was in East Joy Talent? What if he finds out that I am

Alana? What should I do if he tells Sean?” Furthermore, I have just announced

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that my husband is dead and I’m now a widow. Sean will undoubtedly kill me

if he knows that I am Alana!

Luna fell silent.

The two parked the car in the shopping mall across from the building. Then,

they puttered aimlessly for a while. At 3.00PM, they set off to East Joy Talent

after feeling that they wouldn’t be so unlucky to bump into Kevin again.

The receptionist involuntarily took a second look at them upon hearing that

they were from L.Moon Studio. “Are you Ms. Alana?” she asked in a low voice.

Since Luna was afraid of being discovered, she bought a pair of black

sungla*ses and put them on when she came over. She deliberately steeled

her nerves before intentionally answering in a whisper, “Yes. This is my

a*sistant.”

The receptionist led the two to the elevator as unabashed adoration

appeared on her face. “Our president has been waiting for you!“