Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 835 Fell Into the Sea

Abigail evaded Sage's kick by rolling on the ground. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

After grappling for several minutes, Sage managed to pin Abigail down. Applying pressure to her neck, Sage forced Abigail's face into the dusty ground. "Will you surrender now?!"

Despite the pressure, Abigail stayed silent, displaying her refusal to give up.

"Enough." Simond couldn't bear to watch Abigail covered in dust.

Sage released her while warning, "Say one more word, and I'll make sure you lose your voice!"

With Abigail subdued, Sage basked in the pride of her victory.

Abigail remained silent, opting instead to stand up and brush off the dust. Simond observed her with curiosity in his eyes, but she met his gaze with composed indifference, showing no hint of guilt in her demeanor.

When Sage took a break, Abigail ascended a nearby container and coolly assessed her combat capabilities.

While Sage was inferior to her, Simond posed a formidable challenge. If they were to board the ship, how could she shake off these two? That was the issue.

A week later, they arrived at sea. The ship steered slowly toward the waters of Southern East.

Examining the nautical chart, Simond knitted his brows while Sage attempted to establish contact with Sean's associates.

"Any luck reaching them?" Simond inquired, his impatience evident.

Abigail listened silently, her expression serene and unchanged.

Sage, frustrated by the lack of response from Sean's associates, turned off the communication device. "No luck," she admitted with a frown.

After saying that, she glanced at Abigail. Noticing that the latter had no change in expression, she then shifted her gaze to Simond.

"How do we proceed if we can't reach him?" Simond's tone was tinged with impatience.

Sage harbored suspicions but refrained from voicing them out as she was afraid of provoking Abigail and jeopardizing their safety if she went berserk.

Abigail distanced herself from the group, finding solace by the ship's side as she gazed out at the vast expanse of the sea, a wave of sadness overwhelming her.

It had been close to five months since she last saw Sean, and she had no idea how he was doing now.

As Sage and Simond grew increasingly anxious, they finally managed to establish contact with Sean.

"We've been trying to reach you all day. Where are you now?" Sage cut to the chase, fearing they might lose contact again soon.

Abigail leaned in, staring nervously at the communication device.

"We need to speak to Ms. Quinn alone for a moment before we disclose the route to you. Just a heads up, though. We've already obtained the chip." Xavien's voice came through the phone.

Abigail's nose tingled. It isn't Sean... Could he really be in trouble?

Sage exchanged a glance with Simond. After a brief silence, Simond passed the communication device to Abigail, and the two of them withdrew, allowing her some privacy.

Holding the communication device, Abigail spoke softly, "Where's Sean?"

"Ms. Quinn, you must be prepared. Mr. Graham fell into the sea, and we've been searching for a day without success." Xavien's voice quivered, betraying a hint of suppressed emotion.

Abigail's lips quivered, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "Where are you guys?" she choked out.

"Mr. Graham instructed us in advance to wait for Sage and Simond on this end. Someone else will come to pick you up and send you guys home. We might need more time for Luna and Eric," Xavien replied solemnly.

"I want to join you," Abigail uttered in a deep voice.

"Ms. Quinn—"

"Xavien, whose orders are you following? Mine or his?" Abigail's voice rose in anger.

There was a brief pause before Xavien answered softly, "Yours."

"Good. Now, listen. Since he failed to rescue Luna, let me take over. Just let me know which part of the sea he fell into. Even if he's gone, I need to know where he rests," Abigail insisted.

After receiving the location from Xavien, Abigail called for Simond and Sage to join her.

"Sean was attacked by pirates in Malac. Xavien will wait for us here," Simond informed Sage, holding a nautical chart in his hand.

Abigail's gaze turned cold. After a long pause, she said, "You take the chip. I will meet up with Xavien and the rest. If you continue to oppose me, we will no longer meet them and instead have our watery end."

With that, she walked away in silence.

Simond uttered in a low voice, "Even if we head to the Strait of Malac, pirates will still be hot on their pursuit.

"We are only a dozen strong. We won't stand a chance against pirates armed with heavy weapons," added Sage, who had her brows furrowed.

"There's a port nearby where we can purchase personnel and equipment," Abigail stated coldly. "I will cover the expenses. I'll try to reach Josh now."

With no alternative in sight, Simond and Sage made their way to the nearby port, where they secured a substantial arsenal of weapons and enlisted a skilled crew, including over 50 seasoned maritime mercenaries. The ship and communication equipment underwent thorough upgrades, all courtesy of Abigail's generous funding. Hence, everyone followed her lead.

"When the time comes, I will order you to attack the pirates. For each one you take down, you'll receive a reward of 15 thousand!" Abigail grunted through gritted teeth to the mercenaries.

Hearing that, the mercenaries erupted into cheers at the prospect of lucrative compensation.

Observing from a distance, Simond noted the unwavering determination in Abigail's eyes. She had undergone a profound transformation. Once gentle and feminine, she now exuded an aura of cold resolve, her compassion seemingly replaced by a steely resolve. This was her new persona.