Abigail’s Second Life - Season 3 Episode 52

Abigail turned her gaze toward Sean and wondered, Was he asking this purposefully?

“What’s up?” he asked, turning his head to look at her.

“Nothing.” She averted her gaze and continued to admire the passing scenery.

Sean’s question, however, made her reevaluate the situation between herself and Anthony. She would

not feel so uncomfortable about Anthony’s actions if it were just a matter of business and mutual benefit

. After all, they were here to make money.

However, it felt like an advance pardon when he asked her if they were still friends. She would have to

suppress her displeasure to continue their friendship if she agreed, even if he later engaged in question

able behavior.

After breakfast, Abigail visited Ronaldo’s house to inspect the pearls. Sean and Kevin, unable to

car to the seaside, which was filled with docks, and many fishing boats anchored nearby. However, her

attention was immediately drawn to a

luxurious cruise ship moored at a nearby dock with no fishing boats around it.

accompany her, watched them depart. She took Ronaldo’s

“Let’s get on the cruise ship first, and I’ll show you the goods later.” Ronaldo waved his hand casually a

nd strolled toward the dock.

Abigail followed him and glanced at the serene sea, asking, “Isn’t taking a boat enough?”

He swayed his fan leisurely. “Oh, there’s food and drinks on the cruise ship, so we can enjoy ourselves

while working, right?”

Since he put it that way, she did not refuse.

The sea was sparkling and boundless, and she stood on the deck, her mood unexpectedly lifting. Mean

while, Ronaldo sat in a beach chair, occasionally stealing glances at her, which brought a smile to his li

ps.

The cruise ship docked at a cluster of islands. When they disembarked, she heard him say, “The back

of this island is a shallow sea area, surrounded by mountains on all sides, shielded from the- waves. It’

s a natural breeding ground.”

“How did you discover this valuable spot?” she asked, almost absentmindedly. In reality, she did not ca

re much about the specifics of his family’s breeding farm. What mattered was the quality of the pearls s

he needed.

“We came across it when we sailed out to sea. Our Fernandez Family has been managing this area for

several generations,” he said with a hint of pride.

Abigail nodded in understanding,

As he led her to the island’s backside, she discovered a shallow, crystal– clear sea area surrounded by imposing cliffs. The setting was exquisitely beautiful; the orderly rows of fl

oating breeding nets with buoys on the surface added to the pleasing view. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“If we team up, we can provide as many pearls as L.Moon wants every year, and they will be the finest,

” Ronaldo assured enthusiastically, fanning her like a loyal servant.

“I’ll need to inspect the processed pearls before making a decision. And by the way, I’m not hot. You ca

n fan yourself,” she replied in a businesslike tone.

Subsequently, he showed her the breeding farm and then to the pearl

Wessing factory.

Inside the factory, Abigail saw pearls of various qualities placed in plastic basins on a table, with worker

s sorting them. The pearls were of impressive quality. After the inspection, the two made their way to th

e office within the processing factory.

“Your pearls have good quality, so they shouldn’t be hard to sell,” she commented, sitting on the couch

and watching Ronaldo make tea.

There were interested jewelry dealers, but their offers didn’t meet my expectations. Artificial breeding is

costly, and maintaining the island isn’t cheap either. We can’t afford to sell at a bargain,” he expressed

with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Abigail could sense the disdain in his tone. She went on

to negotiate, “I can purchase half of your pearls, but the price needs to be reasonable.”

Sea pearls were more expensive than freshwater ones, and rarer colors were even more valuable. Alth

ough her designed dresses were not cheap, increasing pearl costs would still mean a loss for her.

“Let me tell you a secret. I have over a thousand peacock overtones.” He looked at her with

a shrewd glint.

Peacock overtones were extremely rare; having over a thousand was a substantial fortune!

“Are you planning to sell them to me?” she asked. She could not afford over a thousand peacock green

sea pearls at market prices.

“I can give you a discount. I’m confident that the peacock overtones will fetch a good price in your hand

s.” He poured her a cup of tea and smiled, trying to please her,

She smiled back but remained unfazed by his flattery. “Mr. Fernandez, I’m buying your pearls to design

a dress to capture attention online and boost your show’s popularity. I think you should lower the price

of these pearls a bit more,” she suggested with a negotiating tone. After all, she would not have come t

o purchase his pearls if it were not for the show’s viewership.

He wore a pained expression. “Ms. Quinn, you must understand how hard it is to produce sea pearls, e

specially in Eastbay, where sea pearl farming is uncommon.”

She smiled in sympathy. “I’m here to buy your pearls for the sake of Freshie, and we can continue colla

borating in the future. It’s not just this one–time deal.”

“Ah, but this is already the lowest price.” He sighed.