Female Novel
Chapter 759 You're Still Too Naive to Play Tricks
Abigail held her phone and waited patiently, but she did not receive a reply from Sean.
Although she felt a tinge of disappointment, she put her phone away.novelbin
Three days passed quickly.
In the evening, she wrapped Larry around her body, and to prevent any accidents, she even gavehim a sleeping pill.
After making the necessary preparations, she emerged from the room.
It was quite challenging for Martin to assist the limping Andrew. Abigail pursed her lips and said,"Let's wait for further instructions."
"Okay," Martin replied. He was prepared for anything.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Andrew looked at Abigail and asked, "I can't walk. Can you really take mewith you?"
At that moment, he realized that he was merely a burden.
"If I say I'll take you with me, then I will. What is there to worry about?" Abigail's voice turned cold atthis moment.
She usually had a gentle demeanor, so Andrew was somewhat surprised by her suddenseriousness.
Two hours later, her phone vibrated.
"Alright." She picked up her backpack and went to help Martin carry Andrew. "I have someonewaiting outside to assist us, so don't worry about them not being able to handle him. Just follow my
lead."
Martin nodded in agreement. He didn't bring much with him, so he only gave Andrew the one baghe had.
The three of them left, with Abigail being cautious throughout the entire time.
She first threw out a doll and waited for a while to ensure there were no issues before helpingMartin support Andrew toward the door.
Martin looked at the iron gate that was just within his reach, and his breath became quick.
Abigail also felt a bit nervous.
Andrew's lower body was completely paralyzed, so when his feet were being dragged on theground, he felt no sensation.
Upon swinging open the door, she drew in a soft breath at the sight of the figure sprawled on theground.
With Martin's help, they brought Andrew outside, and all three of them felt a bit excited.
Abigail answered the phone with earphones in her ears as she communicated with Simond. "We'reout."
"Got it. Head west toward the birch forest, and hurry," Simond instructed in a deep voice.
She murmured to Martin, "West. Toward the birch trees."
He nodded and immediately followed her lead.
The birch forest to the west was not far, but it was dark and windy, and the road was not easy totraverse.
After walking for a while, both Abigail and Martin were panting heavily.
Martin paused and wheezed like a tired ox. "I can't keep going... Haven't had this much exercise inages."
Abigail knew he couldn't handle these mountain roads anymore, whether he exercised or not. Theyears were catching up with him.
Even though the road wasn't crowded, they were still slowed down by Andrew.
She stopped. "Can we get someone to meet us?"
Simond responded with a grunt, "We'll be there in ten minutes."
As the night breeze blew, Abigail felt a chill run down her spine.
The birch forest was eerily quiet except for the chirping of unknown insects.
Abigail kept glancing at the time. Ten minutes felt like an eternity.
Suddenly, after only six minutes, a gunshot shattered the silence of the night. Everyone jumped,and Martin, who was sitting on the ground, leaped to his feet.
Abigail pulled him back down and pressed Andrew to the ground. "What's going on?"
"One of the people who were supposed to assist you is dead," Martin began, but before he couldfinish his sentence, a series of gunshots echoed through the birch forest.
For a moment, Abigail's eardrums were deafened by the noise, and Simond was being targeted bysomeone.
The gunfire continued.
She grabbed a dagger she had brought from the kitchen and held it against Martin's neck. "I knewyou would seek help from a third party. If you tell me now, I might spare you. Who is the thirdparty?"
Andrew, lying on the ground, gazed at her in disbelief. "Ms. Quinn..."
"What are you doing?" Martin looked at Abigail and feigned innocence.
"Martin, don't play dumb. The plan with Simond was between us three. You've betrayed me. Isn'tthat obvious?" She tightened her grip on the dagger. "Ever since you showed up until now, you'vebeen acting strangely. You lack the finesse in manipulation and intrigue that we Eswadians possess.Tell me, who are you working with?"
"Nick..." Andrew interjected. He had been monitoring Martin's phone because he feared thatsomething might go wrong and, hence, hoped to save his life.
Abigail was furious. "How could you team up with someone like Nick?!"
"You don't believe me, so why should I believe you?" Martin's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I desirefreedom, but I know you won't grant it to me. I can only seek another way out for myself."
Abigail wanted to speak, but she heard him continue, "Do you know why Simond is assisting you?Do you have any knowledge about the Simpson Family?"
"Now's not the time for these questions. Behave and stop playing games, or I won't hold back. Thinkabout your son." Abigail glanced at Andrew.
Gone was her usual warmth and composure.
Martin felt a pang of intimidation from her words.
She pressed the dagger against his neck. "Take him along and follow me!"
He obediently stood up and supported Andrew as they walked.
However, this time, they took a completely different route from the original plan.
When she received the warning about Martin, she and Simond devised this strategy.
Martin and Nick might have used their Machiavellian bag of tricks on her, but they were still toonaive to do so.