Married Ex-Fiancé’s Uncle (Abigail) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Please Answer My Call!

It seemed that he meant he bought Abigail.

When she heard this, Abigail immediately came to her senses.

This pervert was John, Herbert's son!

Abigail pretended to be completely unaware of John and Patricia's conspiracy and said, "You've got the wrong person. I'm already married, so how could I possibly be your wife?"

John glared and sneered. "Don't try to deny it! That old woman showed me your picture."

As he spoke, his finger traced up Abigail's blouse to the first button.

"Stay away from me... I never agreed to marry you. Let me go!" she said.

He said, "Sweetheart, don't struggle. What difference does it make whether you admit it or not? That old woman took my money, so you have to marry me."

Looking at his lean, scarred face, Abigail felt sick and spat at him. "I won't marry you! I have a husband!"

John was not angry but seemed pleased by her action. He wiped the spit from his face and said with a sly smile, "So what if you have a man? I enjoy playing with married women the most!"

Abigail was so disgusted by this bastard that she became speechless.

On the other hand, John casually pressed a switch, and the room was instantly bathed in a soft pink light. Then, looking down at Abigail with a deep gaze, he lifted her chin to tilt her face up, examining her closely and seeming very satisfied.

Even though her expression was now fierce and relentless, and she glared at him fiercely, John didn't mind her resistance at all.

He curled his lips into a wicked smile and said without any reservations, "You are truly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, much prettier than the three women I played with before. I hope you can last longer!"

Abigail was shocked and felt a bit afraid.

She knew that the deaths of those three women were not simple but never expected that John would dare to tell her the truth so brazenly.

He was certain that she couldn't escape or that even if she did manage to get away, she wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

Just as her hand touched the phone, John suddenly turned around.

Abigail was startled and instinctively pressed the phone under her body.

Fortunately, John just glanced at her and then turned his head back to continue browsing for sex toys.

Abigail's fingers touched the cold phone case.

After successfully unlocking it, she immediately put it on silent mode.

She couldn't speak right now, and even if she called the police, she wouldn't be able to explain her situation immediately, which might raise John's suspicions.

But she also didn't know who else she could call.

In a panic, she could only dial the most recent number she had called.

She thought, "Marcus... Come on! Please answer the phone!"