Chapter 373 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Diarmuid had his foot on Harvey’s face-which was now completely disfigured. Then, he took off his necktie and coiled it around Harvey’s neck.

James quickly moved to put a hand on Diarmuid’s arm. “You can leave him to me, sir.”

Diarmuid leveled a shape look at him, and a cowed James promptly withdrew his hand.

With that, Diarmuid dragged Harvey toward a pond nearby with his necktie and shoved his head into the water.

Harvey, who blacked out for a moment, was jolted awake and he struggled as hard as he could.

Before he could suffocate and die, however, Diarmuid released him and allowed him to take a breather, only to shove him down the water again.

Diarmuid repeated the process repeatedly until Harvey’s life hung by a thread.

“Go on. Tell us how many copies you made and where you hid them.”

“I… Don’t know… What you’re… talking about…” Harvey wheezed feebly, his words hardly coherent.

However, he certainly knew what Diarmuid was referring to and he was just faking it.

All he wanted was for Diarmuid to lose his mind, to deny him peace! He would lose nothing even if he died now!

In fact, he was always prepared to go down with Diarmuid this time, and he had nothing to fear after having left a progeny. He had long since sent his wife and son far away!

“Don’t you have… a lot of people? Keep having them… hack my stuff… But it won’t work. It’s in my memory now!”

In fact, he actually did not save evidence of Ricky murdering Robin, and the hackers managed to delete all copies of the video when they did.

That was why he did not save the files in anything hackable. In fact, the reason Diarmuid asked him at all was because he knew hacking would not work this time.

“Don’t forget that you gave Abigail off to me at the very start, only for you to change your mind. You’re taking what’s mine, not the other way around…”

It was perhaps the single worst thing Diarmuid had done in his life.He would never have done that if he had known that he would fall for Abigail, and he certainly regretted it!

However, regret meant nothing now.

“Why don’t we start negotiations now?”

Harvey grinned with considerable difficulty. “Why don’t you give me Abigail-“

Before he could finish, however, Diarmuid had already thrown him into a pond with a loud splash!

Harvey was splattering water everywhere-he could swim, but he had long since been left exhausted by Diarmuid’s torment and he was on his last breath.

He did not struggle at all underwater, and simply kept sinking.

As Diarmuid turned around, he saw James and growled, “Don’t help him.”

James lowered his head. “Yes, sir.”

However, once Diarmuid had gone far enough, he beckoned for his men to quietly fish Harvey out of the pond.

If Harvey was killed, there was no cleaning up the ensuing mess-what if all the videos and images of Abigail went online?

He knew Diarmuid well enough to tell that he was not that impulsive, and that he had only lost his calm from sheer rage this time.

As Diarmuid drove away, James followed suit.

The entire mess was so abrupt that he had a hard time letting it sink in, and he had to follow Diarmuid since he was worried that

Diarmuid would do something drastic again.

At the same time, he called his men to lock Harvey up somewhere, adding, “Don’t let him die.”

At the very least, they need to get all the photos and videos he has before they do.

“Yes, sir,” a voice replied, and James hung up.

He kept following Diarmuid until Diarmuid’s car suddenly stopped by the road and he stayed there for a long while.

James eventually alighted and walked up to it, and he found Diarmuid simply sitting there in silence.

He did not have anything to assure Diarmuid or comfort him-words seemed hollow and feeble at a time like this, and he could understand the psychological toll even though it did not happen to him.

Maybe he did not want silence just then, so James asked tentatively, “How about a drink?”

Who knew? If Diarmuid got drunk, his mind would clear when he got sober and he would be able to rationally clean up the mess.

Diarmuid looked up at him cooly for a couple seconds.

Then, he started his car again and drove off without a word.

James was left speechless, standing there in confusion as to what Diarmuid meant by that.

His worry notwithstanding, there was not much he could do for now anyway -maybe Diarmuid just needed the time alone.

Diarmuid did not drive home, but instead, returned to his office.

He did not watch the entire video, since he shut his laptop halfway through.

In fact, the video actually showed him nothing concrete aside from what he saw.

Either way, he was a mess inside and needed time to calm down.

As he slowly gained composure after a long while, he picked up his phone and called Abigail’s number.

She only answered after a while, and he tried to act as if nothing happened. “Are you home right now?”

“,..No,” she said, still in the car.

“Where are you?” he asked, flustered as he rose to his feet. “Where are you? I’m coming to you.”

Abigail told him her location, and Diarmuid got up and left his office.

“I’ll be right there.”

“Yeah,” she murmured very softly.

Soon, the car stopped and she told the chauffeur to wait there while she entered the cafe alone.

She sat down randomly, ordering a glass of water when a waiter asked.She then stared blankly out of the window, watching uninterestedly as traffic moved to and fro.She appeared to be a beautiful, soulless doll with that placid desolation, devoid of any vigor.

Soon, Seth Hedge arrived and sat opposite her. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Traffic was terrible.”

Even as Abigail slowly turned toward him, he did not sense anything wrong at all, and he continued, “So? Have you cleared the air with Harvey?”

Abigail glared at him, her hands balling into fists and turning white at the knuckles, and she suddenly slapped Seth across the face!

The resounding smack left Seth dumbstruck, and he felt a tinge of anger as well.No one could stay calm from being hit.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Seth had never been slapped, and his right cheek certainly stung.

Nonetheless, Abigail asked icily, “Does it hurt?” “That’s not the point,” Seth quickly retorted. “I’m a man, and I can take a slap, butyou’re hurting my dignity here. How could I do this so casually…”

Abigail’s slap was certainly loud, drawing much attention and leaving him blushing.

“We’re in a public place. Can’t you see that everyone is watching?”

Abigail rose to his feet then. “If you were actually a fellow conspirator and not a tool, it would be a knife and not a slap.”

Seth turned pale, finally realizing the gravity of the situation, and he asked, ’ What did Harvey do?”

Abigail ignored him and simply strode out.

Seth gave chase and caught her. “Come on, just tell me-“

Abigail shook him off. “Let me go”

Her almond eyes were glaring as if spitting fire-it was the first time she flipped out after what Harvey did.

Still, she soon quelled her flaring emotion and said with utter coolness,” Don’t ever show up around me again.”

Seth was left standing there stupidly, watching her in disbelief.

In his mind, she was still the girl next door whose family had domestic issues because of her father’s affair.She was always sharp and prudent as a child, but he never saw her act out as badly as this!

What on earth did Harvey do to upset her so much?

He whipped out his phone and dialed Harvey’s number, but Harvey was not answering.

With that plan failing, he returned his phone to his pocket-he could still ask Abigail, but before he could move up, he saw a car stopping by the road with Diarmuid alighting.

The man had always been hostile with him, so Seth stopped in his tracks.

Abigail was on top of a flight of stairs when she was Diarmuid. There was a brief flash of pain in her eyes, but she quickly composed herself and headed down.

Their eyes soon met.

Diarmuid appeared more anxious than she was and he opened the door for her. “Get in.”

Abigail entered and Diarmuid returned to the driver’s seat, even leaning over her to help her with her seatbelt.She lowered her eyes and did not move an inch.

Soon, they drove off steadily up on the road, neither of them saying a word.

The car was silent as they both tried to act as if nothing happened, but they were certainly not calm.

Abigail wanted to talk, but she did not know how to start.

Eventually, she turned away, her eyes damp and lowered as she rasped,” You know, don’t you?”

Diarmuid did not answer while keeping his expression flawlessly under wraps, as if he really did not know what she was talking about.

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