I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Complaining

Abigail instinctively glanced at Victor, feeling that he might be making a big deal out of nothing. So, she

withdrew her arm calmly and said politely, “Thank you, but the floor isn’t sl*ppery.”

With a resigned expression, Victor could only take the fruit basket from her hand. “This basket is

dripping water, and the floor is marble. Considering your leg injury, these factors combined could lead

to problems. Go get the pattern, and I’ll carry it for you.”

She agreed with a simple hum and did not push further. Unbeknownst to her, Sean narrowed his eyes

as he watched them leave one after the other. His face was dark and brooding, as if a storm

were brewing beneath the surface.

Victor placed the fruits on an iron chair in the pavilion and moved aside. Seeing Abigail slowly

approaching, Joan stood up with a smile and handed her an orange. “Peel this for me, and then we

can get to work.”

Abigail had no intention of helping her, but Victor took the initiative, grabbed the orange, and started

peeling it. At that moment, Joan looked at him meaningfully, and halfway through the

peeling process, she suddenly spoke, “Victor, are you helping Miss Quinn because you want to gain

some clout from her?”

He handed her the half-peeled orange and replied, “I just can’t stand seeing you bully her. She’s just

an a*sistant, and everything is under her boss’ orders. Is it really fun to bully her this way?”

“Does it concern you whether it’s fun or not? If you want to create a fauxmance with her, you gotta

consider whether she’s interested in you. She’s been eyeing Sean from the very beginning. You think

you can compare to him?” Joan sneered, her eyes filled with sarcasm.

Abigail had already prepared herself for things not going smoothly, but she did not anticipate Victor Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

getting involved. At her provocations, he blushed slightly but did not back down. “I want to

create a fauxmance? I wonder who used Mr. Graham’s reputation as the hotel owner for publicity.

Unfortunately, he only has eyes for Miss Quinn and hasn’t even appeared in the same frame as

you.”

This remark struck a nerve with Joan, who was so angry that she wanted to throw the orange he

held right into Abigail’s face.

Instantly, Abigail felt that Victor had caused trouble, so she stepped forward and whispered to him, “You

don’t need to argue with her, and besides, she’s Miss Smith’s model. How she treats me has nothing to

do with you.”

She said this in a way that made it clear that he was an outsider. When she looked at him, there was

a hint of hurt in his eyes, yet she avoided his gaze, pretending not to understand his expression.

Of course, Joan was not going to let Victor off easily, for she knew why Abigail had suddenly

stopped him. At once, she took out her phone and called Sean. With a raised chin, she looked at the

two, threatening, “I’ll have Sean come and settle this.” Her words were barely out when the call was

connected.

With a delighted expression, she coquettishly called his name on the phone. “Hey, Sean. Miss

Quinn and a male model are ganging up on me, acting like a couple, and targeting me everywhere.

Can

you come over for a moment?”

Whatever Sean said on the other end seemed to please her even more. The other designers and

models were eagerly waiting to see what would happen next. Meanwhile, Victor watched as Abigail

pressed her l*ps together, not saying anything. Then, he asked her anxiously, “Did I cause you

trouble?”

She glanced at him but did not say much. Theoretically speaking, Victor, being familiar with this

industry, should not have been so naive. Yet, he had openly offended Joan just to stand up for her.

I’m just an a*sistant. What’s in it for him?

Before long, Sean arrived with Cameron. In reality, he had been nearby all along.

Upon seeing him, Joan walked over with red eyes, pouting as she said, “Sean, he said our

relationship is a publicity stunt. Miss Quinn also sided with him to bully me because she wanted to

create a fauxmance with him. I’m Luna’s model. How can her a*sistant defend other models?”

At her words, Sean glared at Victor, who felt like he was freezing all over, unable to move or even

maintain eye contact.

As Abigail looked at Sean, she calmly said, “Miss Palmer, I asked you to confirm the measurements

for the pattern, but you wanted me to fetch water, wash fruits, and move chairs. Who’s the real bully

here?”

Sean then questioned her, “And what about him? What did he say?”