The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 268 Threats

Analise’s expression softened as she sat at the dining table, but there was a hint of worry in her

eyes.

“Why would the Davidsons suddenly target your work? Is it related to the heiress from the Pearson

Family?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Abigail looked at her grandmother with confusion. “How is it related to her? It’s just that Eric and I had a

little issue that got blown out of proportion online. It’s complicated, but in short, the Davidsons are

unhappy with me now.”

“Why is it complicated? Why would they have a problem with you out of nowhere? Explain this to me! I

might not interfere with your affairs, but if you’re being bullied, I can’t just stand by and do nothing!”

Analise was visibly angry, with her hands on her hips and her brows furrowed.

“Grandma, don’t be upset. Be careful of your blood pressure. It’s just that Eric is related to the Pearson

Family through a marriage arrangement. He didn’t want to say that he liked me openly, and then the

Davidsons started disliking me. They even canceled the order they had placed with

studio,” Abigail explained, feeling a bit embarrassed.

my

Analise looked at her in silence for a while before swiftly getting up to clear the dishes.

“I’ll keep my distance from them in the future. I won’t let myself get into a bad situation again just

because of something like this. I won’t let you worry, Grandma,” Abigail assured, noticing that her

grandmother was upset.

“I’m not upset with you. It’s late. Go rest,” Analise said, her tone low.

She was upset with herself.

“Grandma…” Abigail began to say.

Analise suddenly looked up and gazed at her with a loving expression. “I don’t have that much free

time to worry about all these messy matters of yours. You’re an adult now, and you can handle these

things on your own. I won’t meddle in your affairs.”

Abigail nodded with a smile upon hearing her words.

Once Abigail was in her room, Analise put down the cutlery, sat on a chair, and murmured

absentmindedly, “Darling, did I do the right thing or the wrong thing…”

Abigail arrived early at the studio. Her assistant approached her with a nervous expression, smiling as

she spoke. “A jeweler is here, and he’s waiting for you in your office.”

1. 1. A jeweler visiting her studio out of the blue was quille oud, expecially since L Moon and jewelry

“Alright, I’ll go take a look, Abigail sabl, heading toward her office.

The resistant continued, “Also, Micah, the designe, submitted the resignation this morning. Miss Smith

is on a business trip and doesn’t know yer. We’re short stalled at the moment. HR hasn’t approved it

yer. We’re walling for your decision and Miss Smith’s”

Abigail massaged her temples as she asked, “Did she come today?”

“No,” the assistant replied.

‘T’ll call her later. Have HR hold off on any action for now.” Abigail said before entering her office with a

smile

The jeweler was a middle–aged man named Chad Lancome. He was dressed in a burgundy

handmade suit, and his Bogers were adorned with e quisite rings, but his appearance was rather

ordinary

Upon seeing Abigail, he stood up from his chair bediately and greeted her with a smile. “Ms. Quinn, I’m

Chad Lancome, the heat of Katie Jewelry”

“Hello, I’m Abigail Quinn” she replied, thereafter approaching and taking a seat.

“I know you must be very busy, so let me get straight to the point, I’m interested in purchasing the

peacock overtone pearls that Ronaldo sold to you. I have a wealthy client in Capitalis who wants to use

these pearls to create a set of jewelry for her family reunion banquet. Price is not an issue, as long as

you are willing to part with them, any amount will do,” Chad explained leisurely. his tone polite.

However, Abigail was more intrigued by the mention of a family reunion banquet.

Can it be Kelly? Capitalis… A family reunion banquet…

No matter how Abigail thought about it, she couldn’t help but think of Kelly

That being said, her transaction with Ronaldo hadn’t been publicized. It was impossible for anyone to

know that Ronaldo had sold the peacock overtone pearls to her unless they specifically investigated.

In the end, Abigail pushed aside her thoughts and gave a calm response. “Tim sorry, but I won’t sell

them at any price.”

Chad smiled faintly as he commented, “My client specifically requested your pearls. If you offend her, it

won’t be beneficial for you.”

“Mr. Lancome, the deal won’t go through. Are you going to use lowly tactics? Peel tie to tell you

client that since these pearls were acquired by L.Moon, they are now even more valuable than gold.

They are not for sale!” Abigail spoke with a smile, yet her gaze turned ice–cold. She lifted her chin

slightly, a touch of mockery in her tone.

“It’s just one thousand Marimora pearls. Why go through all this trouble to offend a wealthy heiress?

L.Moon is very new, and it would be difficult for it to recover from a setback,” Chad said casually, lifting

his coffee cup and taking a leisurely sip.

“Mr. Lancome, this conference room is equipped with surveillance. If anything happens to L.Moon down

the line, I will make sure to take you and that heiress to court. The discussion is over. Please leave,”

Abigail stated, her tone unwavering.

She pushed back her chair and stood up before calling out to her assistant outside, “Escort Mr.

Lancome out!”