Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 52

Chapter 52 Someone Got There First

Sean walked Joan out of the room, but Joan noticed the corner of a paper sticking out of the cabinet be This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

side the door. She adjusted her steps and took a glance from an angle and realized it was a

draft. She was then reminded of the rumor she heard. They said the investor would be hiding among th

em, and if they wanted more screen time, they could find a chance to get closer to the investor.

Worried that the designers would go for Sean after they found out who he was, she hurried over once

Cameron told her that Sean had arrived. Did someone get here before I did?

She looked at the draft, a hint of darkness flashing in her eyes. She then stopped in her tracks and turn

ed to smile at Sean. “Your room’s decor looks different from ours.”

Sean gave her a sidelong glance, but Joan ignored him and quickly scanned the room. It might be diffe

rent, but the room was still made up

of a bed chamber and a bathroom. It was simple enough that Joan could see everything at once glance

. The bed was connected to the ground, so there was no way anyone could hide underneath.

She then noticed that the bathroom door was closed. Sheepishly, she said, “My bathroom isn’t

working. Can I use yours, Sean?”

Most of the time, Sean wouldn’t refuse her requests, especially for trivial things like using the

bathroom.

Sean’s gaze darkened, and he coolly said, “No. You can ask the other models or

designers. I need to take a shower and sleep. Just go back to your room.”

“But everyone’s asleep.” Joan put on a look of distress. That was how she always got Sean to relent,

and it always worked.

Abigail was nervous and speechless. She wants to use the bathroom all of a sudden? Why? Did she n otice me? Abigail held her drafts tighter, her heart racing. She was wondering how she should explain t

hings if Joan found her.

Then she thought, Hey, wait a minute. We’re not even divorced yet. We’re still married on paper. So, w hat if I’m in my husband’s room? Joan should be the one panicking.

Sean said, “I’ll tell the crew members to fix your bathroom.”

He was about to make the call, but Joan stopped him. After all, it was just an excuse she made up to ch

eck his bathroom, so she quickly said, “It’s alright. I’ll use my assistant’s bathroom.” She gazed at

the paper peeking out of the cabinet and stepped on it as she reluctantly left.

Standing outside, she stared at the door, her face deadpan. Her gaze almost bored a hole through the

door. He’s a rich man. I know those b*tches would try to hook up with him, but I never thought they’d m ake a move that quickly.

She turned around but didn’t go too far. “Let’s see which of these b*tches are trying to steal my man fro

m me.” She knocked on her assistant’s door and summoned a few of her sycophants, then they stood

near Sean’s room, waiting for the woman to come out.

If she won’t come out, fine. But once she shows up, my team will ruin her reputation.

Abigail came out of the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief. Refusing to spend a moment longer in this ro

om,

room, she got ready to leave.

Sean suddenly said, “Are you sure you want to leave now?”

Abigail stopped turning the knob as realization struck her. Joan had

noticed the existence of another woman in this room, and she wouldn’t stop until she found

out who that woman was. It was possible she was waiting right outside for her now.

It was either that, or someone else was doing her dirty work. If they made a scene and created a story

out of it for everyone, Sean might

not help her get out of the mess. Abigail frowned. “I can’t stay here forever. It’s late, and I have a shoot

tomorrow.”

Sean sat on

his bed and gazed at Abigail, his eyes deep as the sea. “It’s late, you got the wrong room, Joan came t

o see me, and she’s now staking out, waiting for you. What a coincidence, huh?”

Abigail held her draft tighter and smirked. “You’re saying I came up with this plan?”

“Is that not it?” Kevin’s words still rang in Sean’s mind. Abigail’s nonchalance meant one of two things:

either she wasn’t bothered with Sean, or she was up to something big. Sean thought it was the latter.

Abigail smiled. “Fine, whatever you say.” Everything is so st* pid. It’s a joke. She thought it was funny that she was hiding in the bathroom while Sean tried his best t

o chase Joan away.

Sean held her wrist. “If you want me to start a scandal with you, just say it.” I’ll do it.

He thought he was backing down, but Abigail thought it was further humiliation. What does he think I a

m? A useless foil? A useless woman who needs S** to sell her appeal?

She flung his hand away and gave him an icy look. “It’s alright, Mr. Graham, I don’t need that. Nothing

of the sort will happen again. If it does, you can have Kevin kick me off the set, alright?”

Reminded of her grandmother’s condition, she warmed up a little. “But what happened tonight was an

accident. I was not trying to set you up. You can investigate all you want. Ask Joan if that’s what’s

needed.”