Revenge After Prison Never Forgiven (Abigail) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Abigail didn’t like this scene. But back then, when Daniellä saw her being bullied, she’d only expected Abigail to be hurt more. Abigail cekuld never be like

Daniella.

“Forget it. Don’t let her tuin our mood,” Abigail said calmly, her expression indifferent.

Sebastian smiled. He stared at Christian, who was literally stoned, and said, “Heard that? Get out.” James immediately stepped in to shove them out.

Before leaving. Daniella turned to look at Abigail with resentment. Abigail stood beside Sebastian, still cold–faced, not needing to fawn over him like Daniella had to. She could just be herself. The huge emotional gap made Daniella stagger.

Abigail was truly no longer the orphan who’d begged for mercy and been ignored by everyone. She was equal to Sebastian now, and he’d even stepped in for her without her needing to please him.

As they exited the room, Daniella heard Sebastian say, “Oh, and by the way, Halden Group’s industry–wide blacklisting of you was my plan.” So it wasn’t Abigail who’d been cruel to her–it was Sebastian. He’d personally ensured Daniella could never work again.

Daniella lost her balance and collapsed at the door. Christian quickly reached out to pull her up.

Daniellà broke down in tears, wailing. Coming to find Abigail tonight had been her worst mistake. In just a few minutes, Sebastian and his friends had branded her with a humiliation that would etch into her bones.

Inside the room, Abigail looked at the composed Sebastian Christian to be back.”

and decided to apologize again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect them to find this place, or for

Sebastian walked to the sofa and sat down, his tone nonchalant. “Since you consider the Gibson family irrelevant to you, you shouldn’t take blame for their actions.”

“Exactly. As long as you let them treat you as part of their lot, you’ll always get hit with moral blackmail,” James said. “Alright, let’s keep playing cards!”

When Abigail sat back beside Sebastian, she murmured, “Thank you.”

Sebastian tilted his chin. “We still haven’t finished the dice roll.”

James burst into laughter. “Abby, you’ve got terrible luck.”

She was terrible at cards, losing several times and downing multiple glasses of wine. Her cheeks grew flushed, and her mind grew hazy.

Abigail turned to look at Sebastian. “I’ve lost a lot.” The stakes were high–three thousand dollars per round–and she’d already lost nearly thirty thousand dollars, all of which was Sebastian’s money.