Female Novel
Chapter 387
Chapter 387 A Cruel Lesson
Abigail scowled. “I don’t need your permission.”
“I’m not joking, Abigail. If you don’t want to be the Pearsons’ target again, stay away from Eric,” Sean
barked out.
“I’m thankful that you took care of the Pearsons for me, but that does not mean you can stop me from
getting close to anyone I like, she coldly retorted with a rebellious light in her eyes.
He looked at her and slowly uttered, “If you’re truly thankful, then remember what I just said.”
She closed her eyes. “I’m going to take a nap.”
He felt like he had been punching a pillow this entire time. When he saw that she had closed her eyes,
refusing to talk to him, he had no choice but to return to his work.
She woke up just two hours later.
When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of Sean standing by the window as his
laptop was placed on the wide window sill.
His hands looked particularly beautiful under the sunlight. They looked like works of art.
They danced across the keyboard as though he was playing the piano.
She observed him for a few minutes before looking away.
“What would you like to drink? I have coffee, juice, and smoothies for you. Take your pick. Sean
stopped working and turned to coldly look at her.
“Smoothie,” she replied.
He grabbed a cup of smoothie from the fridge and handed it to her. “I was serious. Eric Davidson is not
an option. He’ll only bring you trouble.”
At that moment, everything Kevin had said to Sean had been thrown to the back of his mind.
She took a bite of the ice-blended drink and did not say a word.
Sean knew there was no point forcing an answer out of her.
Is Kelly still living in your home in Pendorf?” she abruptly asked after long moments of silence.
He nodded. “Grandmother likes her.”
She scoffed in disdain, “Are you bragging about how another woman has gone to fawn and grovel
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to your grandmother just to get with you?”
“That was a fact. I was not bragging,” he calmly answered.
She could not resist rolling her eyes in response.
Soon after she was done with her smoothie, she got up to head to the restroom.
He had been busy working when he noticed she was pulling her blankets back. Still, he promptly stood
up and helped her.
“My legs are fine. Go back to your work. If you’re really busy, just return to Pendorf. I’ve made myself
clear last time. I don’t want to be disturbed. She pushed his hands away,
“I can go back, but I have one condition. You cannot interact with Eric again,” he declared.
She snorted. “Why should I listen to you?”
He gritted his teeth. “Think of Analise!”
Silence fell. Nonetheless, she slammed the door as she headed into the restroom.
While she knew he was right, she was working with Eric to get rid of Tristan. How could she stay away
from him at this time?
Moreover, Sean was also being rather friendly with Kelly. Still, he was hypocritical enough to restrict her
from doing something he was doing as well.
As the sun set, Tristan and the crew member in charge of the suspension system arrived at her
room.
Although Tristan spotted Sean as soon as he walked in, he did not put his ego away. There was a very
superficial tone in his voice as he greeted Sean, “You’re here as well, Mr. Graham? Here to take care
of Alana?”
The faint smile on his l*ps spoke of clear derision.
After all, Abigail had Eric defending her, and now, Sean was taking care of her.
To a man who thought of women as playthings, their love triangle was something he looked. down
upon.
Abigail wondered if Tristan really had a death wish. How could he mock Sean the moment he walked
into the room?
“Your pretense of being human is quite good for a beast,” Sean blandly stated with even more obvious
contempt.
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Tristan’s face twisted into an exceedingly ugly look. “Mr. Graham, it’s inappropriate to say that just for a
woman.”
Sean glanced at him with eyes so cold that it sent chills running down his spine.
Regardless, Sean did not stare at him for long. Instead, he turned to the man Tristan brought along.
“What’s your name?”
“Garrett Olsen,” replied the man who walked in with Tristan.
Sean promptly messaged Cameron, telling him to come to the room.
As Tristan and Garrett watched, Sean tilted his chin toward Garrett and said to Cameron, “Investigate
him. How much was he paid to pull this stunt?”
Garrett’s face turned stark white.
Tristan had not imagined Sean to be that arrogant and bold.
Finally, he had met someone just like him. He was used to walking around Capitalis like the city was
his. After all, even the rich and powerful needed to be respectful when talking to him. Who did Seannovelbin
think he was to blatantly disrespect him?
“What’s the meaning of this. Mr. Graham?” Tristan coldly demanded.
“Stop spacing out, Cameron. Can’t you see that a dog is barking at me?” Sean abruptly snapped at
Cameron, who had been examining Abigail.
That snapped Cameron back to his senses and he promptly strode over to Tristan.
The icy, murderous look on his face and the bloodthirsty aura he radiated from years of working beside
Sean caused Tristan’s legs to wobble.
“W-What are you doing?” Tristan barked out, stumbling backward. He then looked at Abigail. “What are
you doing, Alana? We are partners. If you make an enemy out of me, you will also be dragged down!”
Abigail put a helpless look on her face. “Mr. Stuart, Mr. Graham and I are not that close. He’s known for
his bad temper. Why did you anger him?”
Tristan was about to shout back when Cameron slapped him across the face.
The slap echoed through the room as Tristan collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood and loose
teeth.
That blow successfully caused any color remaining on Garrett’s face to disappear.
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