The Spare Wife

Chapter 247 Perfect Candidate for Marriage
Abigail looked him in the eye. “You should know that this program isn’t working out. I saved the situation for him with Troubled
Times. Or else, he would be screwed with his original idea.
“Thank you.” Anthony’s voice was filled with gratitude, but he sounded worried at the same time. “We’re still friends, aren’t we,
little junior?”
“Of course. I’ve been competitive my whole life, so I’ll help you out,” she teased.
Regardless, Abigail had to repay the favor she owed to him. Even if she could not, she had to come up with a solution. After all,
he had mentioned earlier that he was here to ask for her help, which proved how important Ronaldo was to him.
Meanwhile, Ronaldo stayed in Pendorf and decided to tour around for a week, and playing the duty of a host, Abigail sent one of
the male employees from the studio to be his guide.
One day, amid work, her employee dashed into her office in excitement and exclaimed delightfully, “Mr. Fernandez is such an
interesting man. He had Donny ship in a big batch of seafood that was fished out this morning and rented an airplane to deliver it
here by air!”
Although Pendorf was a huge city with its seafood supply, the variety of seafood produced here could not be compared to
Eastbay, a city dependent on the sea.
Surprised, Abigail rose to her feet to check out the situation. The moment she stepped out of the studio, she saw Donny,
Ronaldo’s assistant, standing under the sun and sweating buckets from his forehead as he directed the workers to shift the
seafood into the studio’s kitchen.
At the sight of almost two hundred boxes of seafood, she gasped in surprise. “Mr. Donny, how much do these seafood cost? The
studio will pay it to Mr. Fernandez,” she said with a straight face, pacing toward a slightly stout man. Since they were going to
collaborate, the nature of their partnership would change once she received something from him.
“These are fished out by Mr. Fernandez’s company, so you don’t have to pay for it,” Donny answered with a gleeful chuckle.
Strolling around the polystyrene boxes filled with ice, Luna muttered, “He’s giving away so many expensive goods for nothing?
This is the first time in my life that I’ve met a businessman as simple as Mr. Fernandez.”

At the mention of the devil, Ronaldo’s car came rolling toward them and came to a stop in front of the studio. The car door swung
open, and he climbed out, dressed up fancily in a pair of sunnies, a beachy shirt, and shorts.
“Mr. Fernandez, you’re too kind. We’re just partners at work-”
“We owe our meeting to fate, and this little bit of seafood is just a token of my appreciation,
pretty. Just accept it without any fuss. If you would like any kind of seafood in the future, let me know, and I’ll fish them out for
you.” Ronaldo fanned himself with the paper fan he always carried with him, his face filled with bravado.
“Mr. Fernandez, I’m afraid to collaborate with you when you’re acting this way,” Abigail said helplessly. Seafood isn’t cheap. I can
understand it if he gives one or two boxes, but he’s giving me almost two hundred boxes now. It seems to me that he has
nowhere to spend his money.
“I’m a brute with little education and would like to make another deal with you, but I don’t know how to open up the topic, so I
decided to give you some presents to earn some credit.” The embarrassed Ronaldo raised his hand and scratched his head.
Hearing that, Luna blinked a couple of times. “Then, you’ll have to tell us what this deal is about.”
A grin spread across his face. “Fret not. It’s not anything illegal. You’re Anthony’s friend, and I’d never harm his friends.”
When he mentioned Anthony, Abigail said, “Let’s go in and speak about it.”
In Castella Grand Hotel, Josh would occasionally steal a look at Sean, who was seated nearby, and felt as though there were
pins and needles on his chair. Although Sean had done absolutely nothing and was just eating his meal quietly, the air around
Sean was somehow affected, making him feel uneasy and unsettled.
Suddenly, the girl next to him asked in a gentle voice, “When is Eric coming, Josh?”
Josh’s attention fell on the girl’s face. She looked more docile than Abigail and had soft, long, dark hair. Although she did not
carry a sophisticated air like Abigail, he could tell she was as aloof as her.
“Kelly, he’s stuck in traffic. Let’s wait for him.” Instantly, his voice became gentle. When interacting with Kelly Hagl, his younger
sister, whom he had just recovered, he was nervous and careful, just the same way he was with Abigail back then.
“Oh, okay.” She nodded but could not stop her eyes from looking at Sean.

She thought that Eric was stunning enough. In addition to his excellent family background, he was the perfect candidate for
marriage. Unexpectedly, Sean, seated at the table opposite them, was even more gorgeous than Eric.