Chapter 125: Face-Off

Abigail and Lewis briefly discussed work at Pendorf's most famous rooftop restaurant. However, he soon became engrossed in a conversation with someone else, leaving Abigail feeling neglected.

Anthony, sitting beside her, offered her a glass of wine. "This is called Passion Coast. Try it."

"Director Lewis doesn't seem to have anything important to discuss with me," she said, smiling at Anthony as she held the glass. "I think I should go home. My grandmother will worry. If there's any work-related matter, you can contact me tomorrow."

He glanced at his diamond-studded watch, raising an eyebrow. "It's only 8:30 PM. I'll send you home at 9:30 PM. How about that?"

She hesitated. "I'm marri—"

"Mr. Booker!" An excited voice interrupted.

They turned to see a middle-aged man approaching with a glass of wine. Abigail sighed.

Anthony leaned back, his tone languid. "Mr. Townsend, dining here as well?"

"Yes. I didn't expect to see you," Donovan Townsend said, smiling ingratiatingly at Abigail. "Is this your wife? She's delicate and beautiful, like a white lily."

Anthony chuckled, clinking glasses with Townsend. "No, Mr. Townsend, she's my junior. Enjoy your meal; it's my treat."

Townsend quickly accepted and left, seemingly eager to give them privacy.

Anthony looked at Abigail with uncontained delight. "Don't mind them, Abby. They're just gossipy. Try the Passion Coast."

Just as she was about to sip, a familiar voice called out, "Mr. Booker, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Anthony turned to see Sean, exuding an icy aura. He smiled warmly. "Mr. Graham, long time no see. I've been well."

Abigail instinctively glanced behind her. Sean, in a white suit, black shirt, and gray-blue checkered tie, looked exceptionally striking in the dimly lit restaurant. It was the first time she'd seen him in a white suit, leaving her momentarily dazed.

Sensing her gaze, he calmly met her eyes. "You're out late. Still socializing?"

Anthony, aware of their close relationship, didn't suspect anything more. Sean's casual question, however, made him squint.

"Yes, I'm socializing. Are you here to socialize as well?" Abigail feigned distance, mindful of Sean's desire to keep their marriage private.

"Abby, why not invite Mr. Graham to join us? There was some unpleasantness during the program, and he didn't hold you accountable. You should thank him properly," Anthony suggested.

Sean's gaze turned cold, but he remained composed. "My relationship with Miss Quinn on the show was obvious to everyone. Why would I hold her accountable?"

Abigail was confused. Lewis sensed the tension between the two men as they lowered their voices.

Anthony nodded, smiling. "Yes, Abby has become more courageous. Just as Mr. Townsend said earlier, she used to be delicate, like a white lily."

Sean smiled enigmatically. "Is that so? If the production team angered the gentle Miss Quinn, shouldn't they apologize?"

Before Abigail could speak, Anthony continued, "Speaking of which, your friend Joan hasn't apologized to Alana and L. Moon yet."

Unable to endure it any longer, Abigail politely said, "If we're not discussing work, I should go home. My grandmother isn't feeling well, and I want to spend time with her."

"I'll send you back," he offered.

Sean watched intently as she politely declined. "Thank you, but you've been drinking. I can get a car myself. Anthony, thank you. Let's have dinner later. Director Lewis is still here, so you shouldn't leave."

Anthony reluctantly agreed. "Alright, Abby. Be careful. Watch out for perverts."

Sean cast a mocking glance at him.

Abigail left. Sean then took out his phone and sent her a message, his expression dark. 'Wait for me at the intersection near your home. I'll be there soon. If you don't show up, you know the consequences.'

Seeing the message, she knew he was angry. He could have fun, but she had to remain "pure" for him.