The Spare Wife

Chapter 317 Deal With It Once and for All
Lacey hesitated for a moment, then said, “You’re Abigail’s grandmother, right? Are you aware that she’s going behind your back-”
“Young lady, before you say anything, you need to have evidence to back you up. How can you say such baseless things to
slander others? Did your parents not teach you right?” Analise cut Lacey
off.
“It’s still better than raising a granddaughter who enjoys being a fake b*tch,” Lacey retorted before abruptly ending the call.
Analise was furious and about to call back when she heard Abigail’s voice from behind.
“Give me the phone, Grandma. Don’t worry, it’s just a misunderstanding.”
“Is one of your competitors sending people to harass you?” Analise turned around and passed the phone to Abigail.
Abigail shook her head. “I’m not sure either.” Dinner didn’t sit well with her. After returning to her room, she decided to call Lacey.
Soon, Lacey picked up.
“What’s this? Are you teaching me a lesson in place of your grandmother?” Lacey’s tone carried a sense of smugness.
“I’ll bring all the messages you sent to your house to clarify exactly where I’ve offended you,” Abigail calmly stated.
Lacey paused for a moment and then continued, “Can’t handle it already, old lady?”
Abigail, feeling a sense of frustration, terminated the call and promptly blocked it. She couldn’t help but think, I extended some
courtesy for Anthony’s sake, but now she’s taking advantage of it.
Wanting to clarify her suspicions, she decided to send a text to Ronaldo. ‘Is Lacey Fernandez your
cousin? The one who’s dating Anthony Booker.
The man responded with a shocked emoji. ‘How did you know? Has the news spread that fast?”
‘Yeah, Anthony brought her to Pendorf, and I ran into them. Since he’s helped me out, I should pay a visit to your cousin to offer
my congratulations. I’m catching a flight soon, and I’d appreciate it if you could pick me up at the airport

Even though a pesky fly wouldn’t stir up much trouble, it was still an annoyance.
She decided it was time to address the issue at its root.
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“Oh. Sure!’ he replied with a cutesy emoji after that.
Two hours later, Abigail arrived at the Eastbay airport. Ronaldo was there with a few of his friends to welcome her. She was
dressed professionally, and her confident appearance made him and his friends momentarily captivated.
“Where does your cousin live?” she asked, seemingly unaware of the man’s reaction.
He immediately snapped out of his reverie and replied, “It’s not that far from here, but it wouldn’t be right to drop in at this hour,
don’t you think?”
Who would pay someone a visit at 10.30PM?
“There’s nothing wrong with that. Just lead the way,” Abigail said coolly.
Ronaldo was about to say something when one of his friends interjected, “Go ahead and take her there. In Eastbay, we don’t
sleep this early anyway. Lacey’s parents might still be up for a nightcap.
Alright then, Ronaldo said, realizing what was happening.
Abigail wasn’t here to congratulate anyone. She was here to address a problem, and she was dressed to make her presence
authoritative.
Once they got in the car, Ronaldo asked her, “Tell me, Ms. Quinn, what’s going on? Why did you come at this hour dressed like a
lawyer about to enter a courtroom? It’s a bit intimidating.”
She glanced at him. “You’ll find out soon enough. Don’t worry about it.”
“It’s not something serious, is it, Ms. Quinn? I’m a little scared.” He placed his hand on his chest, appearing quite innocent.
“You haven’t done anything, so what’s there for you to be afraid of?” Abigail eyed him.
“I just want everything to go well,” he said.

She chuckled and said nothing.
Lacey’s family lived in the city in a standalone villa. They appeared quite well-off
“You know that my cousin’s parents aren’t ordinary people, right? You need to be more courteous when you speak to them. They
have their eyes on my station, too. That means they’re keeping an eye on our collaboration,” Ronaldo reminded Abigail before
they entered the house.
“Alright,” she replied more amicably.
Lacey’s parents had been informed in advance, and they were waiting in the living room. When Abigail saw them, she nodded
politely and said, “I apologize for coming over at this hour of the
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night. I’m Alana, L.Moon Studio’s designer. My real name is Abigail Quinn. Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Fernandez.”
“We know who you are. Anthony mentioned you before. He spoke highly of your talent as a designer. Now that I see you in
person, it’s clear that you’re a spirited young woman,” Tony Fernandez said with a smile. However, these words were merely
polite pleasantries. His smile did not reach his eyes, and there was a hint of superiority in his tone.
His wife, Carla Rock, smiled faintly and asked, “What brings you here?”
“I need your help with something.” Abigail retrieved a tablet from her bag and opened the image gallery, passing it to them.
Tony accepted the tablet, and after browsing through the screenshots, his expression hardened.
“Did Lacey send these to you?” His voice was filled with anger as he set the tablet down on the coffee table.
Carla took the tablet next, examined the contents, and then regarded Abigail with a hostile gaze. She murmured, “Lacey is a
good girl. Everyone knows she’s polite and mature. How could she possibly have said such things? Is this some kind of
misunderstanding?”
Abigail maintained a calm expression and added, There’s also an audio recording of a phone conversation. You can check if it’s
your daughter’s voice.”
Ronaldo cautiously moved closer behind Carla and reached out to tap on the tablet.