Chapter 73

At the Newman residence, Gianna sat cross-legged on the couch, biting her finger as she stared at the latest message from the bartender. Her eyes gleamed with malice. Quentin was still frequenting that bar lately. According to the bartender, he was never without female company and often spent generously on them. She felt irritated that she hadn't made any progress after a few days. Meanwhile, on Abigail's side, things were looking much better. Just yesterday, Gianna had gone to check out her shop, and business was booming. Even outside of peak hours, the line stretched down the block. "Are you sure this medicine works?" Gianna wasn't the type to sit around and wait. Once she had an idea, she acted on it impulsively and recklessly. She could live with her own life being a mess. But there was no way she'd allow Abigail to live happily. If she was going down, she was taking Abigail with her. It was all or nothing with her. She made her way out to a shady little shop in the suburbs o