Revenge After Prison Never Forgiven (Abigail) novel Chapter 59

Quentin didn’t drink. He just stared at Abigail with cold, venomous eyes, like a snake watching its prey.

Abigail met his gaze without flinching, her eyes piercingly cold.

Quentin pulled out an ornate little box from his pocket, took out a cigar, and held it between his lips.

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Then he said with a smug expression, “Look, I’m your client. No matter what misunderstanding we had this morning, it’s time to put it aside. Otherwise, this deal’s off, and you’ll have nothing to show your superiors when you get back.”

He slid a golden lighter with engraved patterns across the table to Abigail.

Abigail stared at the lighter, suppressing her fury. She picked it and leaned in to light his cigar.

But as she got close, Quentin jerked back abruptly.

Abigail paused, puzzled. “Mr. Coley, you gave me the lighter–weren’t you expecting me to light your cigar?”

Quentin had acted instinctively. And he immediately felt humiliated–he’d been startled by a young woman.

His chest heaved, and his face flushed. He sat up, thrust his cigar toward the lighter, and said, “Just taking precautions, you know. You were acting completely unhinged this morning–who knows if you’ve snapped out of it? Bet prison messed you up good, didn’t it?”

Abigail didn’t bother to answer and flicked the lighter. A click echoed in the room, and a flame appeared.

As soon as the cigar was lit, she snapped the lighter shut. She was about to pull back when Quentin blew a cloud of smoke directly into her face.

Holding back her dislike for the smoke, Abigail calmly returned to her seat.

Quentin tensed up and blurted defensively, “Hey, that was just a reflex. Don’t you dare hit me, or I swear I’ll call the cops this time–and you can forget about the deal.”

Abigail shot him a cold stare, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “I was only acting on instinct when I accidentally hit you this morning,” she said.

“So, Mr. Coley, don’t push my buttons. Cross the line, and I might just kill you. That’d be messy, wouldn’t it? After all, I’ve already killed someone by accident once.”

“You’re threatening me?” Quentin snapped, the cigar clamped between his teeth.

Abigail flexed her wrist. “Why don’t we cut to the chase? Since you agreed to meet with my manager, you must be interested in working with our company,” she said.

“You know exactly how strong Halden Group is. Frankly, among all the internet companies in Veridia, few can surpass us. Am I right?”

Quentin snapped impatiently, “Did I say I was ready for business talk? You’ve got thirty minutes to bury the hatchet with me. Whether chance or not–your call.”

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Quentin sneered around his cigar, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “Who the hell do you think you are, Abigail? You really think buying me a cup of coffee and lighting my cigar makes up for hitting me?

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