Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 845 Get Blood From a Stone

Just as Abigail returned to the hotel and sat down, Xavien approached her and asked, "How did it go with Jonell?"

"I did cause some trouble at that moment. However, someone came in halfway, so I didn't get to finish it," Abigail replied with a frown.

Although she didn't recognize those people, she noticed they were all well-equipped and skilled, which meant they were not as simple as they looked.

"Have you checked if Jonell has any other connections that we missed?" Abigail asked while pinching the bridge of her nose.

Xavien shook his head. "No. I've checked it through."

"Just now, a group of people appeared out of nowhere and rescued him." Abigail's expression turned grim as she thought about how close she was to seizing Jonell. If she had succeeded at that moment, she would be able to locate Luna's whereabouts easily. Yet, she didn’t expect him to be so lucky and escape.

At that moment, Xavien looked at her and said, "Could it be... Mr. Graham?"

Hearing his words, Abigail snapped her head toward him. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Before Sean departed, he had told them to find a way to approach Jonell and use extreme measures if negotiations failed. Now that Abigail thought about it, she realized that perhaps tonight was a trap Sean had set up.

Jonell was a stubborn man. Hence, they would need time to gather evidence against him. However, none of them knew if Luna could afford to wait that long. Thus, they could only find a way to save Luna by risking their lives and stepping into the enemy's lair.

"How much of a possibility do you think there is? Could he be doing all these behind your back?" Abigail found it somewhat unbelievable. After all, Sean had trusted Xavien with many things. Thus, it was strange that Xavien would be unaware of something that was related to Sean.

"Jonell is quite hard to deal with, so I can understand why he kept me in the dark. Maybe he had wanted to do this for a long time but always lacked an opportunity." As Xavien spoke, he gradually felt eased.

"We still need to be cautious. Sean mentioned that Jonell might also suspect the things we had already guessed," Abigail said seriously.

Xavien nodded. "You're right. If we can guess it out easily, so can he."

Jonell had been in the hospital for a week. When Abigail attended the party again, she spotted him standing with a man who had blonde hair and blue eyes. With just one look, Abigail could tell he wasn't Sean.

The man was slender and had pale skin, appearing rather sick.

Abigail approached them with a glass of wine and said, "Mr. Davidson, long time no see."

When Carl noticed her, he narrowed his eyes and said, "It was you that night. Why did you go after Mr. Davidson?"

Hearing Carl's words, Abigail scrutinized him.

Carl was exceedingly beautiful, not just handsome, but genuinely beautiful.

"That's because he used to treat me in that manner. I was merely getting him back." Abigail shrugged and smiled.

Hearing her words, Carl chuckled. Then, before Abigail could react, he suddenly drew out a gun and fired his shot.

In that split second, Xavien pushed Abigail aside, causing the bullet to graze through his shoulder. He collapsed on the ground and clutched his shoulder while writhing in pain.

At that moment, the party was in chaos.

Abigail propped herself up from the ground and kicked Carl, who was still attempting to make another shot.

The gun slipped from his grasp. At the same time, Abigail drew out her gun and aimed it at Carl's head. "I have nothing against you, so why are you doing this?"

Carl held a glass of wine in his hand and shrugged. "Mr. Davidson is my friend. I’m just teaching you a lesson on his behalf."

Xavien, enduring the intense pain, leaned on a nearby chair and stood up. Looking at Carl, he asked, "Do you want to become enemies with us?"

Jonell had never expected Carl to attack Abigail. Most importantly, he had always suspected Carl to be an undercover agent. If that was the case, he felt that Sean was going too far. After all, if Xavien hadn't intervened just now, Abigail would have been shot straight into the heart.

"I heard that you guys are from Eswadia. Although Mr. Davidson is also an Eswadian, he had already immigrated to Ansela, which means he is one of us now. Do you think it's right for you guys to hurt him?" Carl said sarcastically.

Jonell was surprised by how unpredictable Carl's temperament was.

Abigail noticed that many people had left, leaving only Carl's bodyguards.

Carl was relaxed as he took a sip of the wine and smiled at Abigail. "If you kneel and apologize to Mr. Davidson now, I’ll spare your life. If not, I guess this is where it ends."

At that moment, Jones, one of the senior executives here, walked over and said, "Mr. Carl, this is a no-tolerance zone for trouble. Didn't your father—"

Bang!

Before Jones could finish his words, he fell to the ground. Blood slowly oozed from his forehead and stained the floor red.

Carl, who was holding a Desert Eagle-Gold gun, casually blew on the muzzle. "It seems that the senior executives of the New Yoke Business Association will have a place for me."

Looking at the scene, Abigail was tense, and so was Xavien. After all, Carl appeared out of nowhere, so they had yet to learn about his background since they hadn't had a chance to investigate him. However, judging from his arrogant behavior, they assumed he must be from a wealthy family.

Abigail pointed her gun at Carl while looking around. She thought about breaking through, but it was too difficult.

On the other hand, Jonell smiled and said, "Mr. Carl, I’m surprised you helped me."