The Spare Wife

Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Way of the Crooked

The draft was important for Abigail. She was surprised Sean would give it back to her, and it helped her with her predicament.

She tried to wipe the mark off, but she failed, so she quickly recreated it, muttering, “I’ll make sure nothing like this happens again.”

Luna felt a weight being lifted off her shoulders, and she sighed. “This is my fault. If I’d kept up my design work, I wouldn’t have dragged you down.” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Abigail thought that the production team wanted to watch how Luna worked so she stood up, telling Luna to get ready.

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Luna quickly sat up straight on the couch and spun her pen, then she picked up a draft. It was the dirtied one Abigail had set aside. Eh, it’s the same thing anyway. She quickly made some finishing

touches to the draft.

Abigail tucked the other drafts in her folder, composed herself, and opened the door, but when she was met with that woman’s eyes, her smile faded. “Miss Palmer? My boss is still busy at work. Do you need anything?”

Joan took on a warm attitude like she was a different person. “Oh, Abigail. I just wanted you to take my measurements, and I want to see what Luna’s doing.”

Noticing the cameraman behind Joan, Abigail swallowed her words and moved away. “Fine.”

Like a fangirl, Joan leaned on the door and waved at Luna like a lucky cat. “Just here to see you, Luna. So, how’s the… Oh, I see you’re done with your draft.” She was staring at the draft Luna worked on. The mark on it wasn’t that visible, but she knew that it was the mark left by her shoe.

I stepped on that paper on purpose before I left, so this means that Luna was the one in Sean’s room. That explains a lot of things. No wonder that lowly assistant took that attitude with me. So,

this b*tch has hooked up with Sean!

Joan held her hem tightly, her nails almost digging into her skin. If it was anyone else hooking up

with Sean, it was a different story, but Luna was different. She was famous, and the production

team invited her as a special guest.

I praised her designs more than once, and in front of Sean too. Did he start taking notice of her

because of that? If that’s the case, then I made a bad move.

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Joan was reminded of the fashion gala back at East Joy, where Sean did take an interest in Luna. She managed to attract his attention back then by pretending to sprain her ankle. But she still hooked up with him? And to think I praised her work to high heavens!

There was fury in her eyes, and when she spoke again, her voice was laced with iciness. “That’s fast. It hasn’t even been two hours since we began. It’s almost like you finished it beforehand.”

Luna held her pen and looked at her. “Hey, practice makes perfect.” If she finds out that Abigail can make about eight drafts of this level in an hour when inspiration strikes, she’s going to get a stroke.

The cameraman came over to film Luna at work. Joan looked away and blocked the camera, refusing to let Luna show off her skills. Then she looked at Abigail, still smiling, but she was distant compared to before. “Let’s go. Gotta keep up with our work while the designer is busy.”

It was Luna’s session with the crew so Abigail couldn’t stay. She glanced at the draft that Luna was

holding.

With the cameraman around, Joan was much more cooperative. Abigail measured her shoulders, thereafter Joan looked at the cameraman and plopped down on the couch. “That’s all for today. I

feel unwell.”

The cameraman put their props down and turned the camera off, then they left. For once, Joan didn’t trip Abigail up. Instead, she played with her phone and left Abigail alone.

Abigail sat in the corner and drew on her sketchpad.

Lunchtime came, and everyone gathered at the dining hall. Abigail followed Joan inside and saw a familiar figure while she was looking for Luna.

It was Sean.

Kevin was standing in front of him. They were in a private dining room, talking about work.

“What are you looking at?” Luna blurted and wrapped her arm around Abigail’s shoulder.

Abigail looked away. “Nothing. Did the shoot go well?”

Luna sat beside her and said, “Not bad.”

Abigail was wearing a short–sleeved top and a pair of wide–leg pants. She was taking some cutlery for Luna, and when she leaned ahead, a part of her midriff was revealed, and its lines swam down into her belly.

Even though it was just some skin, she looked alluring enough. Sean noticed that when he looked at her, and he spaced out for a moment.

When Kevin realized no one was responding to him, he waved his hand before Sean. “Oh, so that’s what you were staring at. They just came, so do you want to sit with them? The production team’s saying you’re flirting with Joan. If you sit with them, that rumor’s going to be gone like the wind.”

Sean smacked Kevin’s hand away. “If they want to win, they have to do it with their own skills, not creating scandals to win. I was in a meeting so I didn’t know what Joan did, but I can’t believe you didn’t suppress fan engagement for this scandal. I’m starting to question your professionalism.”

Sean put his cutlery down. “If this show loses money because of this little episode, you can say goodbye to all of my future investments.”

Kevin clicked his tongue. “Don’t blame me for your own scandals.”

“There is no scandal,” said Sean coldly. He would not give Luna or Joan any advantage.

Kevin licked his lips and gave Sean a cryptic smile. “What if it’s Abigail who’s trying to create

scandals to wi

Sean gave him a look. “You have too much time on your hands to be thinking about that. Time to

go.”

“But I haven’t eaten my fill!” Kevin quickly followed Sean out and asked, “So is it a yes or a no?”

“It’s something between us. None of your business,” Sean snapped.

Kevin chuckled. So that means he’ll do it if Abigail wants to create scandals with him to win.