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Chapter_23
Abigail’s smile softened as she reached for Quinn’s hand. “I’m sorry. I really wanted you to come. I didn’t mean to block you.” She paused, gazing into Quinn’s eyes with sincerity. “Since you’re here, that means I’m more important to you than Alexander, right?” Quinn, still catching her breath, nodded without hesitation.
Abigail’s smile grew, and she quickly pulled out her phone to re-add Quinn. “Alright, we’re friends again!” She then changed the subject with a flicker of excitement. “So, are you still going to VX Games?”
Quinn nodded again, this time with determination, signaling that nothing would stop her.
“Great! But we can’t have you walking around like this,” Abigail remarked, scanning Quinn’s outfit. “Hang on, I’ll grab you something more fitting.”
Abigail returned with a casual outfit that was a bit loose on Quinn, but it worked well enough given her height. Once Quinn was dressed, Abigail led her to her bike, and they sped off to VX Games.
At the reception, they explained their visit and were directed to the marketing department. Ellis greeted them warmly, but the atmosphere shifted as soon as they saw Getty, lounging in a chair, casually inspecting her freshly manicured nails.
“Ellis, is this the person you said wanted to cosplay Lunar?” Getty asked, her voice dripping with interest as she looked up.
“Exactly,” Ellis replied, his tone upbeat. “Getty, you and Quinn have different styles, but if you cosplayed as Lark, that would be amazing.”
Getty scoffed. “What if I want to cosplay as Lunar?” she retorted, her voice sharp.
Ellis faltered. “Well… that’s…” He glanced at the producers, who exchanged uneasy glances. If Getty insisted on cosplaying as Lunar, it would put Quinn in a difficult position, leaving her without a role. Abigail noticed the tension and turned to Ellis, her voice demanding an explanation. “What’s going on here, Ellis?”
Ellis leaned in slightly, his voice lower now. “Getty’s the top spender on our server. Alexander brought her in personally.”
Abigail’s lips curled into a smirk as she raised her voice, making sure everyone could hear. “The top spender, huh? Alexander really knows how to spend money, doesn’t he? If only he were as generous with his own wife.”
A ripple of murmurs spread throughout the room, and Getty’s face drained of color. She shot to her feet, her glare aimed at Abigail. Quinn, sensing the rising tension, gently tugged at Abigail’s sleeve, silently pleading with her to ease up. The wound from their last encounter hadn’t fully healed yet.
The murmurs grew louder. “Is Alexander married?” one whispered.
“I don’t know,” another responded, “but from what she just said, his wife isn’t Getty, right?”
“Who knows? People in their class often have affairs,” someone else chimed in.
The heat of the moment seemed to get to Getty, who took several deep breaths to compose herself. After a tense moment, she sat back down, her voice laced with annoyance. “Ellis, let’s be clear. I’m cosplaying as Lunar. If you have a problem with that, go talk to Alexander.”
Ellis looked caught between the two women, his expression troubled. “Abigail, what do you suggest we—”
Before he could finish, Abigail interjected, her voice sharp. “Leave? Why should we leave?” She shot a challenging look toward Getty. Normally, she might have backed down if someone else wanted the role, but not for Getty. “How much has she spent on your game?” Abigail demanded.
“A little over twenty million,” Ellis answered, his voice tinged with discomfort.
Abigail didn’t miss a beat. With a defiant tilt of her chin, she declared, “I’ll give you thirty million. Quinn’s taking the role.”
The room fell into stunned silence.
Quinn was momentarily speechless, overwhelmed by the sudden shift in the situation. She had come here to make money—not to have it spent on her behalf. But Abigail wasn’t backing down. She was resolute.
“Abigail, there’s no need to go to all this trouble,” Quinn murmured, but Abigail’s determined expression left no room for argument.
