Chapter 85
I stared in shock at the scene before me.
Inside the car, Abigail’s brows were tightly furrowed, clearly unhappy about me being with Blair in this setting.
“Get over here.”
Abigail’s commanding tone over the phone made me feel extremely uneasy. It was as if I were her dog, with no room for resistance.
As I hung up the phone and prepared to get out of the car, Blair suddenly grabbed my and asked, “What are you going to do?”
“What I do should be none of your business, Ms. Shepherd.”
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I looked at her calmly, smiling faintly as I said, “After all, I’m not your puppet, and I don’t have time to waste here with you.”
I was being quite straightforward.
I didn’t want to be tangled up with Blair, so I wanted to shake her off as quickly as possible, which was why I used those words on her.
To my surprise, Blair didn’t seem angry at all.
She smirked and locked the car doors, pressed the accelerator, and drove away with me inside.
I stared at her in bewilderment and asked, “What are you doing?”
She didn’t let me out of the car and drove off instead! What was this unreasonable behavior?
I seriously doubted Blair’s thought process. What was the point of her abducting me like this?
However, what was even worse was that Abigail was actually chasing us!
I stared at Blair in shock, realizing she had no intention of stopping.
In fact, she floored the accelerator, and the car sped up rapidly.
I instinctively grabbed the door handle, looking at her in disbelief as I asked, “Blair, what do you want? Can you please just let me out?”
“I won’t let you out.”
Blair shook her head, her attitude. 1 im. “Didn’t you say you wanted to divoTY
Abigail? You said you weren’t afraid of her getting jealous, but you seem quite nervous about her now.”
For some reason, I sensed a hint of jealousy in Blair’s words.
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I sighed, shaking my head helplessly. “I’m not worried about her jealousy. I’m just concerned about what kind of unnecessary trouble this might cause if she sees us together like this.
“After all, I’m the one who brought up the divorce, and she’s the one who’s reluctant to agree. As long as she doesn’t consent, I can’t…”
“Bullshit.”
Blair suddenly looked at me intently, her tone serious as she said, “As long as you want to, I have plenty of ways to help you get divorced from her quickly!”
I stared in confusion at Blair. Why was she doing this?
Before I could ask her, Abigail suddenly accelerated and drove right in front of us, forcing Blair’s car to stop.
Thud!
My head hit the windshield, making a sharp, muffled sound.
“Damn it.” Blair frowned as she stared ahead.
Following her gaze, I saw Abigail stepping out of her car with a dark expression.
She walked up to the door and angrily tapped on the window.
Blair glanced at her casually, then lowered the window.
She smirked at her and asked, “Oh, isn’t this Ms. Bardot? Do you need something from me?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions.”
Abigail was so fed up by Blair’s nonchalance that she almost laughed.
She pointed at me in the passenger seat and coldly asked, “What does it have to do with you that I’m looking for my husband? Why are you taking him away?”
