Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 827 Negotiation

Sean transferred all the money he had online to the app created by Andrew.

Watching Abigail go to rest, Xavien couldn't help but ask Sean, "Can we really trust Andrew?"

After all, it was a large sum of money.

"Martin is being watched by my people in the hospital, so I'm not worried about them," Sean said after a moment of silence. "I trust Abigail's judgment."

This money would have determined the downfall of Jonell and his group.

It could very well be the bargaining chip to save Luna and Eric.

The night grew deeper.

Sean's expression was cold and stern. "Once we get there, you stick with Abigail. No matter what, make sure to protect her. I have some personal matters to attend to and need to temporarily part ways with her."

"Mr. Graham." Xavien looked worried.

"This matter is not as simple as she thinks. Jonell has already emigrated and has intricate connections with many forces on Ansela's side. We cannot leave without sorting out these connections," Sean said with a serious expression.

Xavien remained silent.

"We've been planning for half a year, and it's time to put our plan into action," Sean said before going to find Abigail.

During the time he was apart from Abigail, he kept himself busy.

In New Yoke, Sean took Abigail to their accommodation and instructed her, "I may be busy in the coming days. You stay here with Xavien. When you go out, make sure to bring him with you. Don't go out alone."

"Do you need to contact Jonell?" Abigail asked Sean uncertainly.

"I'll handle the contact." Sean hugged her. "It's not that simple, Jonell has a wide influence, we need to maintain good relations with some forces here to minimize casualties."

Abigail nodded. "I'll follow your lead."

Sean let go of her, caressed her face. "I didn't want you to come originally, but Luna means something different to you, and I know you wouldn't want to stay at home."

Abigail looked at him but didn't say anything.

"I'll make sure to bring you back safely," Sean said, kissing her lips lightly.

Abigail nodded and snuggled into Sean's arms, her voice heavy. "You need to take care too, be cautious when dealing with them."

After all, they were on someone else's turf.

Sean nodded.

He rested for a day and then went out busy, while Abigail waited for news.

This time, Sean brought not only people on the surface, but also those hidden.

"Why did Sean create that app?" Abigail couldn't wait for more news and asked Xavien.

"For the money, because that money is still in a hidden state and Jonell doesn't know it's in Mr. Graham's hands yet. Once he finds out, he will definitely try to get it back," Xavien answered respectfully, with his eyes lowered.

Abigail nodded, understanding.

So, the money hasn't been reported yet. With such a large sum of money, if reported, Sean's reputation would be completely different.

But since the source of the money is unclear, there may not be a better way to report it at the moment.

Abigail nodded and absentmindedly scrolled through her phone.

Unfortunately, there was nothing she wanted to see on the internet.

Sean had been out for a few days, almost in a state of being out of touch. Abigail was worried, but Xavien kept telling her not to worry.

Late at night, a VIP elite party.

Sean walked up to Jonell with a glass of wine, a smile in his eyes. "Mr. Davidson, I've heard so much about you."

The exclusive party was hosted by Mr. Jones, whom Jonell was acquainted with. Due to Sean's close connection with Mr. Jones, he also assisted in inviting Jonell.

Jonell held a Manhattan in his hand, his sharp eyes assessing the situation. "You're all gathered here, what exactly are you pretending to do?"

Sean took a sip of whiskey, his expression remaining unchanged. "Do you have feelings for Luna?"

Jonell's demeanor turned cold. "You're prying into my personal affairs, I see no reason to respond."

"Jonell, even though you've relocated, Eswadia will continue to pursue individuals involved in fraudulent activities, regardless of how far you try to escape. Moreover, you have established connections in Eswadia, one being a prominent figure in the business world and the other a well- known celebrity." Sean skipped the pleasantries.

Violence was unnecessary when a civil conversation could suffice.

"You make these claims, but where is your evidence?" Jonell scoffed.

Sean arched an eyebrow, the twinkle in his eyes intensifying. "Why would I lack evidence? I possess detailed records of the fraudulent transactions you've conducted. Each financial exchange is meticulously documented, securely stored in multiple safes."

Jonell tightened his grip on his glass. "Did you summon me here solely to discuss this matter?"

"Not quite. I requested your presence to inform you that all the funds you intend to launder in Eswadia are under my control." Sean swirled his glass, his gaze profound and inscrutable. "It appears Vincent Pearson has not been in touch with you for quite some time, am I correct?" From NôvelDrama.Org.

Jonell's eyes darkened, exuding a sense of murderous intent.

The glass slipped from his hand, shattering on the ground, as he seized Sean by the collar. "What did you just say?!"

Sean met his gaze calmly. "Mr. Davidson, I implore you to exhibit some decorum."

Mr. Jones approached with a drink in hand, a genial smile on his face. "Mr. Davidson, what is the commotion? Mr. Gu is my esteemed guest, please treat him with respect."

Jonell's expression grew increasingly somber as he released Sean's collar, grinding his teeth. "Sean, what is the purpose of this discussion?"