Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 668

Abigail crossed her arms and frowned as she gazed at the lush greenery. Boldly, she retorted, "You've investigated everything. Why bother asking me?"

Simond tugged at his lips and replied, "I just wanted to confirm with you."

"What exactly do you want to say?" she inquired.

"Ms. Quinn, let me advise you. Attacking a fraud den is not something an ordinary person can do. Sean Graham has offended the wrong people. That's why your friend ended up in this situation. Some people have no regard for human life when it comes to money. You were completely unaware when they were devising their plans. What abilities do you have to fight against them?"

Simond's smile seemed mocking.

Abigail's face slightly reddened as she looked at Simond, but she remained silent.

His words had left her speechless indeed.

Sean had almost lost his life because of this incident, and it took two years to recover. Now, it was Luna's turn. As Abigail thought about Vincent, who had spent the last two decades as a pawn for the sake of the dirty money in his possession, she knew that period would be in vain if they easily got rid of him.

"Do you know how tempting over 100 billion, or even an immeasurable amount of money, can be?" Simond asked her with a smile.

She had no idea about this, just like a poor person who couldn't fathom a wealthy individual's life. People had no concept of things they had not experienced themselves.

"You've said so much. What's your purpose? Are you trying to persuade Sean to tell the police not to attack the fraud den?" she countered Simond's words.

"If the police have already intervened, how could they stop investigating? I just wanted to tell you that you've never been safe. I've also mentioned that having me as a friend won't be a loss for you," Simond smiled.

Abigail looked at him and sneered. "Don't tell me you want to help me."

"I do want to help you. Is that so surprising?" Simond asked with a smile.

"Are you joking? How long have we known each other?" Abigail scoffed. She couldn't believe that Simond was interested in her solely because of her outstanding appearance. For a person like him, he would have encountered all kinds of women.

Simond smiled. "Because I'm bored. It would be dull to return to my home country without any friends. I finally met someone like you. You're a big shot. I have to seize the opportunity, or how else will I conduct business without connections in the future?"

Abigail couldn't help but roll her eyes. He could invite that psychologist from the Sixth People's Hospital but claim that he has no connections?

"The premise of cooperation is sincerity, and that is my principle. Even if you don't say anything, I'll still find a way myself," she looked at him coldly. "Who knows? Maybe you're the boss behind the money laundering?"

Didn't he say something along the lines that those people were plotting without her knowledge? Perhaps everything that has happened so far was part of the boss' scheme?

Abigail contemplated, Should I really refrain from discussing this with Sean? What unforeseen consequences could arise if I do?