NOVEL NEXT CHAPTER 213
At that moment Abigail ended her words with a final, icy assurance: "It is going to work. Definitely, it will work out perfectly. You just focus on playing your part, James. Leave the rest to me. All we need now is to know what she actually holds, what she actually has."
Abigail then continue, her voice low but firm as she paced slowly around her room, holding the phone close to her ear. The wheels in her head were already turning, her thoughts racing ahead like a chess player several moves deep into a winning strategy. She wasn't going to take chances. Not with Cora.
"From all indications," Abigail said slowly, "we will need you to actually do a video of himself. A proper one. A video explaining everything that had happened. Every single detail of what Cora had done to you...."
She paused, her hand resting against the windowsill. Rain tapped softly against the glass, but her focus didn't break.
"I want you to do the video," she went on, "then when you're done send it to me. And from there, I will take it over. I'm going to run the narrative. Package it clean. Control the story."
There was something unshakable in her tone. It wasn't just a suggestion it was a plan in motion. Abigail knew how the public worked. She knew how quickly people judged from what they saw online, how easily manipulated public sympathy could be when the right strings were pulled.
"She is very sure," Abigail continued, "that she will be able to portray Cora properly as a bully. Not just a one-time mistake. But a pattern. A habit. Something calculated."
She moved away from the window now, a slight smirk forming at the corner of her lips. This wasn't just about revenge anymore it was about exposure, control, and message.
"Then definitely," she added, her voice a little lower, "we might also put a hint in here or there… that Cora actually also bullied someone else and perhaps bullied Samuel also, that must have lead to his mental breakdown."
She knew this was risky. People might not believe it at first. Some might defend Cora, thinking it was too convenient. But that didn't matter. Even a single raised eyebrow, even a whisper of doubt it would be enough to start a ripple. A ripple that could grow into something uncontrollable.
"Even though people wouldn't believe," Abigail said, "but definitely… it's going to raise an eyebrow in so many places."
She exhaled, satisfied. That was phase one.
"So, that is what will need to do first." Her voice now carried the tone of a general issuing final instructions. "And then, after we're done with this, we're going to go on with the second step that is going to crush her completely."
Her words echoed like quiet thunder. Abigail didn't say what the second step was. Not yet. But the certainty in her voice left no doubt it would hit harder than the first.
At that moment, hearing what Abigail just said, James was kind of relieved. He was then taking a deep breath on the phone. Deep down in his mind, he actually thought that, yes, Abigail would not even believe what he was saying. She would not even believe, but to his surprise, she actually believed, which was a relief for him as well.
At that moment, Abigail's voice was calm, but her words cut like glass. "When everything is ready," she said slowly over the phone again, "send it to me. I'll take it from there."
There was a pause. James thought the call was about to end Abigail's tone had that finality but he quickly jumped in, clearing his throat and adjusting his tone to sound casual, though urgency was leaking through.
"Uh, Abigail," he said, "you seem to be forgetting something. What about the twenty-five percent? The 25 million you mentioned earlier that's the first deposit, right? The first part of the deal. So… when is that going to be sent to me?"
For a moment, silence followed, then Abigail pulled the phone slightly away from her ear, staring at the screen like it had personally offended her. The look on her face was pure disgust. Her eyebrows lifted. Was James really bringing that up now?
"What exactly are you trying to say, James?" she said sharply, putting the phone back to her ear. "Have you even done the first part? Have you?"
Then her voice grew colder, firmer.
"The video hasn't even been recorded. You've not delivered anything, but you're already asking for 25 million? And let me make one thing very clear" she paused for emphasis, "I never said I was going to send you 25 million in cash or deposit it in your account."
Hearing what she just said, James blinked in disbelief, clenching his jaw as she continued.
"You've not even told me what business this money is going into. Do you think I just throw money around for fun? If I'm going to invest, I need to know what I'm investing in. You want my money, then tell me what I'm putting it into. That's how this works."
Her voice stayed calm, but it was laced with a poisonous confidence that stung more than yelling ever could.
"If you do what we discussed," she said, her voice like stone, "then I'll take it from there. Since everything else has been settled…" she trailed off for a second, then with finality added, "James, have a nice day."
Click the call ended.
Then James stared at the screen for a second, as if hoping the call would somehow resume. His fingers trembled slightly. His breath began to quicken. The phone was still in his hand, and in that moment, he genuinely considered hurling it against the wall.
His fist tightened. His chest rose and fell. He wanted to scream, to curse, but instead, he just stood there, his breath sharp and heavy, nostrils flaring with each exhale.
"She's even more arrogant than Cora," he muttered through clenched teeth. "Just look at her so proud, so high and mighty… acting like I'm some nobody. Like I'm trash."
His voice dropped lower, full of restrained fury.
"She thinks she's untouchable. Just wait."