I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn Novel

Chapter 382 Displeased the Wrong Person

When Abigail returned to her hotel room, she briefly flipped through Gabe’s portfolio.

Gabe had a good eye for colors, but she was not that innovative.

Then, she messaged Damon after placing the folder aside.

‘Can you help me look into two people?”

As a local, it should not be hard for him to look into Gabe and Miranda.

‘Sure. Who is it? What am I looking for?’ he replied.

“The two students on my team, Gabe Grant and Miranda Cooke. They want to join Moon after graduation. Please help me do a background check.

While she wanted two students, her students needed to have absolutely clean backgrounds and families. It would only give her extra trouble if they had ever plagiarized anyone else’s designs.

This was a chance for them and one part of her plan against Tristan.

‘No problem.

Still, Abigail could not resist messaging back after receiving a reply.

‘Since you could dig up that many videos for me, can you help me look into the woman Tristan talked to over the phone? I want to know who she is.

‘Okay. I’ll look into her for you.”

The next morning, when she arrived at the set, Tristan had the production team’s bus transport them to somewhere in the wilds.

It never occurred to Abigail that the punishment would be bungee jumping.

She had never tried it out before, but it looked very scary when she watched people pull such a stunt through videos.

“I refuse this punishment,” Abigail said to Tristan.

Impatience was painted all over his face. “As I said before, what I say goes in this show. If you don’t want to go through the punishment, fine. Your punishment will be waived if your student offers to leave.”

Miranda looked around and realized that Eric’s team was not around at all.

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She had a bad feeling about this.

They had to have changed the filming locations at the last minute, which meant Eric and the others weren’t informed of this matter.

That also meant there was no one who would help Abigail now.

“You were right, Mr. Stuart. It’s best not to go overboard so that things would not get awkward. You’re a producer and director, not a killer,” Abigail blandly stated.

They were on a very tall cliff. One look over the edge had her legs wobbling in fear. How was she meant to jump?

“How am I killing you by asking you to go bungee jumping? This is for the show. I’ve given you a choice. You have three minutes to make your decision. If you still refuse to go with it, Miranda will be disqualified,” Tristan proudly stated.

Miranda looked at Abigail.

Frankly speaking, she could afford to give Miranda 30 thousand in return, but Miranda did not care about the money. Instead, she also cared about the popularity the show could give her.

Nonetheless, it was Abigail who did not want to go through with the punishment. Even if Miranda was willing to suffer through it, she would not dare say a word if Abigail wasn’t going to go through with it.

For the first time in Abigail’s life, she realized just how low certain people could go.

“W-Why don’t I leave?” Miranda stammered. Her face was quite pale.

Tristan ignored Miranda and kept sneering at Abigail as a sinister glint shone in his eyes.

Just as Abigail planned to cave in, Tristan’s phone rang.

He pulled it out. When he saw that it was a call from his superior, his annoyance melted away. There was a solemn look on his face as he stepped aside and respectfully answered the phone, saying, “What is it, Mr. Blanc?”

“What are you doing?” the man over the phone said in a cold and emotionless yet raspy voice.

“We’re filming the show…” Tristan blubbered.

For years, his boss had never questioned him during filming. Why was Mr. Blanc suddenly asking after his work?

“Someone was hurt on the show yesterday, and you kicked them out. Is that right?” Mr. Blanc coldly demanded.

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Tristan’s eyes darted around the area as something malicious flashed in his eyes while he said in a fawning manner, “That’s because we’re on a tight schedule, Mr. Blanc. If she stays, our schedule. will be delayed. I still paid her for her participation. So, it’s not against the rules.”

“I’m warning you, Tristan. While the show has always been popular and well-received, a lot of scandals have cropped up during your tenure. Even if it’s because there were no mishaps that happened at the very start of filming during the past few seasons, the show has now been exposed for corrupt practices and a scandal where you kicked someone off the show just because they were hurt during filming. Just how much of your dirty laundry do you want aired to the masses?” Mr. Blanc’s voice turned threatening.

“I cleaned everything up, didn’t I?” Despite how respectful Tristan sounded, there was a slight argumentative tone in his voice.

“I never called you prior to this, but here I am now. Surely, you have to know it means you’ve displeased someone you shouldn’t have. Do I need to explicitly warn you before you get it?” Mr. Blanc suddenly roared.

A frightened Tristan shivered and slumped over. “I understand.”

The call was abruptly ended by Mr. Blanc.

Tristan stood there and stared at Abigail for a long moment before walking over to her.

“Since you’re scared, we’ll change to another punishment. Filming will resume tomorrow,” he coldly snapped. Then, he promptly turned around and left the area.

Abigail was bewildered.

Meanwhile, Miranda heaved a huge sigh of relief.

On the way back, Tristan’s face was twisted into an ugly look.

He slowly rubbed his fingers over his phone before finally sending out a message.

‘Investigate the person who let it slip that there was someone hurt during filming.

If Abigail was involved in this leak, he would have a great, big present waiting for her.

Back in the hotel room, Abigail was immediately greeted by a panicking Eric. “What happened to you? Did Tristan do anything to you? I didn’t even know you guys went somewhere else. We were all fooled. He told us to arrive at 9.00AM, but you were already gone by then.”

She softly shook her head. “I’m fine. Were you behind the leaks?”

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