I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn Novel

Chapter 834 I Just Like Provoking You

While maintaining his glance at Abigail, Simond continued speaking, "Sage used to be the smartest one. Then, everything went haywire. We wouldn't be in this situation if she had recalled the chip's details."

The chip held a substantial volume of data, and Sage was brought along specifically to retain it. Regrettably, her memory proved unreliable.

Simond only had the basic details. Any more, and it would slip from his mind.

"I'm sorry, Simond," Sage expressed her guilt.

Simond comforted her, saying, "It's fine. It's quite impressive that you recall the location of the chip."

Abigail's skepticism simmered beneath the surface. She knew that even if Sage knew what the chip entailed, they would not reveal it to her.

Time flew through the cracks of their fingers, and soon, two months had come and gone.

They took Abigail everywhere they went without remaining in one area for too long. Thanks to his good physical shape and years of experience, Simond made a full recovery from the serious injury.

Abigail's mobility also returned; it was a testament to her resilience.

"We're now heading to Southern East, where Sean's associates are waiting to assist us in our search for the pirates who took the chip," Sage informed Simond and Abigail one day in the morning.

Such an announcement sparked a glimmer of hope in Abigail's eyes, but Sage's warning before they entered the car shattered it."You are not permitted to carry any weapons, not even a gun or a knife," Sage told her.

Abigail's expression tensed, and she silently followed suit.

Inside the container, she leaned against the wall as she gazed blankly at the endless expanse of mountains.

Simond's intrusion ignited a clash of wills, resulting in her swiftly kicking him off. She was fueled by her simmering animosity toward him. "Your place is at the front of the car. Why are you intruding in here?" she shouted.

"Abigail!" Simond's anger flared as he grabbed her collar.

Unable to overpower him, Abigail received a blow to her shoulder, which caused her arm to go numb. Simond pinned her to the ground, his eyes filled with rage.

"Stay away from me. I find you repulsive!" Abigail retorted.

Simond nearly struck her across the face.

With a firm grip on her collar, Simond glared at her coldly. "Why must you provoke me like this?"

Her retaliation came in the form of a blow to his knee, which caused him to groan in pain and release his grip on her.

At this moment, Sage showed up. She carried Abigail off the ground and shoved her toward the container. "Is it so hard to be as quiet as a Church mouse?"

Abigail stumbled as she dusted herself off and climbed onto the container. "Keep him away from me. I feel nauseous just being near you guys!"

Sage yanked Simond forward by his collar. "Why don't you just keep away from her?" The moment we abducted her, we became her enemies.

Abigail patiently waited for their boarding into the car, then reclined. The prospect of overpowering Simond physically was nonexistent because Sage had opted to wait for Simond's complete recuperation before making any moves.

Initially, Abigail had intended to test him. Should she find him lacking in action, she planned to seize the moment to disarm him and flee.

However, this outcome appeared unlikely.

Besides, Sage had proficiency in combat too. If confronting them solo, Abigail would probably get severely injured, rendering escape impossible.

Feeling powerless, Abigail considered becoming more vocal and deliberately provoking Simond into conflict. She envisioned a moment of triumph in the future.

Throughout their week-long journey, Abigail and Simond found themselves in no less than ten physical confrontations.

Taking advantage of another opening, Abigail delivered a kick to Simond, sending him crashing into a nearby container. Seizing the opportunity, she quickly grabbed his neck and pinned him forcefully against the container wall while he was momentarily distracted.

"What do you want again, Abigail?!" Simond expressed his reluctance to engage in further conflict.

Even though they had a disagreement, they were almost in the downtown area, and she still wanted to fight.

"What's the harm in wanting to beat you when I don't like you?" Abigail's tone was icy.

Sage leaped out of the car and angrily shouted at Abigail, "Can you let me rest? I have to drive! Okay? Or is it you who drive later?"

Abigail released Simond, took a couple of steps back, and sat down on the ground.

Simond massaged his sore neck, then he turned to glare at Abigail and questioned, "Are you testing my strength? I've been holding back with you these past few days, haven't you noticed?"

Abigail gazed at him coolly. "Men just can't handle losing. If men can't win, they make excuses. I've encountered plenty of guys like you."

"Watch your mouth!" Simond was enraged.

"Did I say anything wrong? You're just like those who make excuses when you can't win. How pitiful!" Abigail lay back down after speaking.

Her fighting skills were indeed lacking, so she had to rely on surprise attacks.

However, she had picked up numerous techniques in recent days.

Simond was flushed with anger.

"Do not engage in arguments with her. Women often have a flair for drama, making it futile to win." Sage raised her head to massage her temples. The long drive had left her with a headache.

Abigail turned to Sage. "Aren't you a woman too? What's your self-worth like? A man at heart?"

"Just f*cking shut up, will you?" There was no way Sage could outsmart Abigail. Abigail had experienced Eswadia's harsh online environment when she was Alana, and she had a handful of vicious followers. As a result, Abigail learned a few tactical approaches from Alana's followers and never expected that they would work for these siblings.

"If you despise being a woman so much, why not go to Thalim for surgery?" Abigail taunted softly.

"Shut your trap if you don't want to get beaten!" Sage's forehead vein bulged in frustration.

"Can you even defeat me?" Abigail sat up as her expression was provocative.

Abigail's provocation was met with Sage's swift, decisive response. It was a punch straight at her, leaving her with a bruised face.