I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn Novel

Chapter 864 An Impertinent Request

Sean was amused by her.

"I haven't committed any crime, no worries. I'm not afraid," Sean said with a chuckle, pinching her hand.

Abigail looked up at him. Her demeanor seemed somewhat naive yet endearing.

"What's up?" Sean's gaze deepened.

It was rare for Abigail to show this side. In the early days of their marriage, she often had such expressions; back then, she was unguarded and overly compliant.

Only now did Sean realize that it had been many years since he last saw her unguarded side.

"Nothing," Abigail softly replied.

Businesspeople always feel apprehensive when they encounter officials, worrying about whether they have done something wrong.

The next noon, Sean invited Kadrick to a moderately priced restaurant where a meal wouldn't exceed a thousand dollars, considering the other party's status.

When Kadrick arrived, he brought along a fair-skinned, beautiful girl.

The girl wore a beret, her long hair styled in big waves, and her entire outfit exuded a youthful, vibrant Chanel vibe.

"This is my niece, Callen Hinton. Callen, this is the legendary figure I told you about, Sean Graham," Kadrick was exceptionally polite.

Callen extended her hand to Sean with undeniable admiration in her eyes. "Hello, Mr. Graham. May I call you that?"

Sean was reluctant to shake her hand, but considering Kadrick's significant status, he still reached out, lightly touching Callen's fingers before quickly letting go.

"That's fine."

After speaking curtly, he turned to Kadrick. "Mr. Hinton, what can I do for you?"

"It's not about the case; it's just that my niece here needs your help," Kadrick said with a smile, sitting down.

Sean pulled out a chair and sat down.

Callen placed her LV bag on the adjacent chair, took out a tablet and pen, and looked at him expectantly. "Your experiences are truly fascinating, Mr. Graham. I want to adapt your story into a drama."

"Callen is a rising scriptwriter, Slow Melody Serenade. You must have heard of her, right?" Kadrick said, his eyes filled with pride.

Sean, not much of a drama watcher, was unaware.

"Sorry, I'm usually busy and don't watch TV," he replied calmly.

Kadrick's smile turned awkward.

"It's fine. As a businessman, you're busy! Could you please tell me how you caught Jonell Davison? It would make a great public service announcement. If adapted into a TV series, it could raise

awareness about fraud prevention and illustrate how hard it is to recover money from scams," Callen asked eagerly, undeterred by his lack of familiarity with her work.

"The fraud incident caused a lot of trouble for my fiancee and those around her. I don't want it turned into a drama. There are many ways to raise awareness about fraud, not necessarily through drama," Sean politely declined.

"Mr. Graham, it's precisely because of this that we should pay more attention to fraud. Look at how rampant those fraudsters are. Adapting your story into a film or series would have a positive impact," Kadrick attempted to persuade.

"Mr. Hinton, I want to protect my family and friends," Sean stated flatly, "I don't want them to be put in danger again."

"Mr. Graham, the licensing fee is negotiable. I really, really hope to adapt your experiences!" Callen earnestly pleaded.

"It's not about the money. Protecting the privacy of citizens is something the police should be doing, right?" Sean remained firm.

After suffering for more than two years because of the scam, Abigail and Luna couldn't afford to be endangered again for fame or profit.

"Alright then," Kadrick didn't push further.

Callen sighed in disappointment. "Mr. Graham, helping raise public awareness to prevent fraud is also one of our duties as public figures."

She was quite skilled in moral coercion.

Sean's expression turned cold. "What kind of public figure am I? I'm just a company owner. Why should I expose my wife, her friends, and my family to danger just because you want to make this film? When the fraud case is completely resolved, come find me then, and I might consider it!"

Callen tried to say something more but was stopped by Kadrick. "Oh, what would a young girl like you know about the dangers he faced? Let's just order first."

Sean handed them the menu.

In this ordinary restaurant, they even had to wash their own utensils.

After the meal, Sean paid the bill and left.

Back in his car, he was still somewhat angry and called a friend.

"Are you just giving out my number for fun?!" Sean exclaimed angrily, just a few days back in the country and he couldn't find peace!

"What happened?" the person on the phone asked.

"You gave out my number without knowing the other party's intentions?!" Sean continued to rebuke, adjusting his tie, his face tense.

"Just tell me what happened, and I'll get justice for you," the person tried to calm him.