I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 830

Tears danced in Abigail's eyes. "Why are you leaving me behind? I've become more capable than the old me."

"Abby, sure, you're capable, but your presence here is pertinent. Say, if Luna's rescued, her sanctuary is here. You've got allies here, too," Sean consoled, wrapped her in an embrace, and affirmed his promise. "I'll be back."

Abigail held him tightly. "Is Jonell a formidable opponent?"

"I haven't fully assessed the situation yet, but as a precaution, we need someone to remain here. There's a floor that has been converted into an operating room. Should there be any emergencies, they would need someone calm and sensible. Xavien might be capable, but you're on the ball," came Sean's whispers.

Abigail bit her lip in the silence.

The existence of an operating room hidden within the hotel indicated that Sean was aware of the precarious circumstances.

He whispered again after releasing Abigail from his embrace. "Fret not; I'll protect myself as I still want to make you my wife."

The tears swam in her eyes. "Sure."

Just before he entered the car to leave the hotel grounds, he gazed at Abigail's residence before heading off.

The fact that someone had Jonell's past wiped clean had already hinted at ominous secrets, and Sean's recent receipt of trouble information left him worried for Luna and Eric's well-being.

There was no denying Jonell could have moved Luna to a different location the moment Abigail and Sean landed.

If Jonell could treat his own nephew in such a manner, there was no thinking about what his erased pasts constituted. Luna already suspected that the man had changed when she ran into him the other night.

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Days later, a bang roused Abigail from her sleep as gunfire erupted outside in the wee hours.

It was a familiar sound, so she hid underneath the bed as the gunfire outside intensified.

There was urgency in Xavien's words as he burst in. "Ms. Quinn…"

He couldn't locate Abigail and frowned, yelling, "Ms. Quinn!"

Emerging from her hideout, Abigail demanded answers and was ready to act.

"A disguised intruder killed the guards. We need to move fast. Let's go!" Xavien urged.

"I'll remain behind." Abigail, brazen and resolute, held her ground.

A person in a waiter's attire entered with a raised gun, which prompted Abigail to fire at him immediately.

With a resounding "bang," she shot him in the head.

Xavien stood in shock for a moment as he holstered his weapon and began typing on his laptop.

"Hurry and finish up in five minutes," Abigail instructed as she advanced.

She remained vigilant.

"Okay." Abigail and Xavien were agreeable to that.

They used their mobile devices to remain in constant touch.

Xavien remained hidden in another room while Abigail moved to the locations he had identified and took down each thug one by one.

Night fell as the shots of gunfire fell into silence. Abigail regrouped while Xavien dealt with the authorities.

The scent of metal lingered in the air as she relaxed in the bathtub after shedding her blood-stained clothes.

After she soaked for nearly an hour, she emerged from the tub, changed into fresh pajamas, and headed towards the bathroom door.

Someone caught hold of her neck the moment she emerged from the bathroom. After being shoved against the wall, a gun was aimed at her stomach.

As she looked up, she met the gaze of the man holding her, and her eyes widened in recognition.

"It's been a while, you've been stronger," the man holding her neck remarked, and he had a chilling smile on his face.

As she felt the gun pressing harder against her, Abigail's panic intensified. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. "It's been some time, but your family's issues are not my concern. Why are you treating me like this?"

"Not worth for you to know. I'm here to bring you with me," the man stated, after which he forcefully stabbed the syringe into Abigail's shoulder.

Abigail felt a sharp pain as the cold liquid began to spread from her neck.