I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 56

Chapter 56 Did Something Alright

And now that’s the very reason this woman is mocking me. Abigail smirked. She quietly served the coff

ee to Joan. Only then did she stop whining. Despite her awkwardness, Abigail managed

to get some of her measurements. Joan then languidly walked to the bathroom for a shower.

While she was doing that, Abigail went to a corner and texted Luna. ‘How’s it going on your end?‘

Luna

texted a reply with three dots before adding, ‘Take a guess.‘ She could bluff her way out of any situation

and praise Abigail’s designs to high heavens, but it had been years since she made a drawing, and her

skills had deteriorated to nil. Even if she could make something, it wouldn’t be

outstanding, and that would be a hit to Alana’s reputation.

Even through the phone, Abigail could imagine the look on Luna’s face. She stood up and tucked the ta

pe away, then she knocked on the door. “Miss Smith needs my help. Once you’re done, knoćk on my d

oor. I’ll take the remainder of your measurements.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Taking her measurements is not a top priority; the draft is. I need to get back and deal with the

draft first.

Joan said nothing but didn’t stop her. She’s giving me attitude? When they get stumped on the

design, she’ll be begging for my help.

Taking her silence as agreement, Abigail left the room and took a deep breath when she was

outside. She had decided to seek Sean out and ask for the draft she left behind. First, she had no

time to come up with another draft, and two, she was too annoyed to come up with a new design

for someone like Joan. That woman was not worth it.

Abigail hung her head low in hesitation, then she texted Sean and asked if he was in his room.

Sean didn’t answer.

Abigail couldn’t stay in the corridor for too long, or the camera might catch her. She went back to

her room and leaned on the cabinet beside her to change her shoes, and then she felt herself touching

something that wasn’t wood.

She turned her head and saw the draft she left behind in Sean’s room sitting on the cabinet, and she fr

oze. I couldn’t even find it last night no matter how much I tried. Did he put it back? Abigail had no idea

what to feel, though she said in her mind, At least he did one good thing in his life.

The draft was a little dirty so she patted it, yet

she couldn’t clean off the mark. She couldn’t be bothered with it and quickly went to seek Luna out.

Luna was in her room, calling Kevin. Anger was festering within her, but she held it

back. “Mr. Stewart. We just want to take her measurements, and my has been gone for half an hour. If

she’s not working with us, how should I carry out my job?” th

a*sist

Kevin might sound relaxed and nonchalant, but he had a headache as well. He knew that Luna and Abi

gail were friends, so he put on a smile. “Oh, calm down. We have time. If she won’t do it today,

there’s always tomorrow.”

Lots of celebrities would start to get arrogant once they had a rich backer, and now that Joan had Sean

backing her, she was probably as haughty as hell. She would not work with them unless they satisfied

her ego.

Frustrated, Luna spun her pen,

her temples throbbing. “What did

you promise me when you invited me, Mr. Stewart?” Just the thought of Abigail getting tripped up by a

homewrecker filled her

with rage.

What the f*ck is Sean doing letting that b*tch give his wife the bird?

“Calm down.” Kevin wanted

to scream. On one hand, he had to deal with Sean’s wife, and on the other, he had to deal with Sean’s l

over. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If he tried to

lecture Joan, Sean would demand an explanation from him.

Luna hissed, “You think we’re pushovers? You rigged the team composition and forced us to team up,

and now she’s slowing the whole process down. If I’d known this was what you’d do, I would

never have joined!”

She hung up right after that.

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That was not what Kevin did, but still, he had no defense for himself.

Abigail had returned to the room and was standing at the doorway. She looked icy, but there was warmt

h in her eyes.

Luna hid her fury away and put on a smile. “You were quiet. Why didn’t you tell me you were back?”

“You don’t have to get mad at him for me. He’s the client, and this is how jobs go. Not everything will go

smoothly.” Abigail approached her, waving the draft.

Noticing the draft, Luna smiled. “How did you get it back?” She wasn’t really happy at all. If it were

someone else who bullied Abigail, she wouldn’t even get that mad, but that woman just

had to be Sean’s mistress of all people.

She almost felt like they were tricked to join the show just so Sean’s mistress could insult them.

What does he think she is?

“Sean put this in my room. Doesn’t matter that Joan’s not working with us now.” Abigail shrugged, looki

ng calm.