The Spare Wife

Chapter 54

Chapter 54 If I Didn’t Know

Abigail couldn’t argue with that. It almost felt like this man was a curse on her life.

Luna gave Abigail a glance and comforted her, “Once we finish this job, we’re going to stay a million. miles away from him. That’ll keep his bad luck away

Abigail looked down, her gaze calm. “We don’t have to. We’ll be apart once we get the divorce anyway”

Every time the divorce was mentioned, Luna would get a little agitated. “Honestly, what the hell was he trying to do? He’d work with you to create a scandal?” She chortled. “What an idiot. You guys are a couple. I’ve never seen a couple that needs a scandal for everyone to know they’re together. He’s a

b*stard!”

She had a habit of cursing Sean every day, but every time she did, it only made her angrier.

When they came to the dining hall, Joan was chatting with someone beside her. Noticing Luna, something dark flashed in her eyes, but she quickly put on a smile. “You’re late, Luna. Slept in?”

The ignored Abigail sat down and glanced at Joan. I wonder if that was just a casual question or something more sinister.

Luna sat beside Abigail and half–mocked, “You even know about that? Boy, it’s almost like you’ve been keeping an eye on us through the night.”

There’s no way Joan can win in an argument against Luna. Abigail said nothing and filled Luna’s plate with breakfast like an assistant should.

Feeling awkward, Joan quickly said, “No. Just asking, since I’m curious about what designers do at

night

Luna adjusted her sunglasses and smiled. She enunciated, “We have a ton of designers here. Shall I gather them around and have them tell you their answers?”

And have them hate me? No thanks, Joan forced a smile. “It’s alright. We’re a team, so I just want to know your answer.

Luna looked at her. “I see. I almost thought you were trying to pry information out of me. I heard a commotion outside yesterday, and I thought some gal who tried to hook up with the investor got NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

kicked out?

Yeah, that’s a conversation–ender right there. I was the one who got kicked out last night.

Everyone around the table looked at Luna. After all, Sean hired Alana to help Joan with the design. When Sean came to the hotel the night before, rumors had it that Joan asked her sycophants to keep an eye on his room, and now she was getting into an argument with Luna.

Wait. Did Alana use her advantage to get into Sean’s room? But Joan was the one who got kicked out. Ooh, a love triangle, hehe.

Everyone started whispering among themselves excitedly. The camera was pointed at them as well, recording the scene that would make good content.

Joan wasn’t sure if Alana was the one who went into Sean’s room, but she had been observing everyone that morning, and everyone had heard about the news regarding Sean. The only exceptions were Luna and Abigail. Moreover, Sean’s room was near Luna’s, but Abigail’s room was in between theirs.

She then looked at Abigail. She’s dressed in simple clothes. She then looked away

and sheepishly said, “Let’s dig in. There’s no way Sean would even spare this lowly assistant a look.

Once breakfast was over, the host started hyping up the next segment, and the competition was underway. The rules had been explained the day before, and now, they would be announcing the theme of the day.

After a short video, the screen behind the host read ‘Sweet Whispers.

That was the theme of the draft Abigail dropped the night before, and she tightened her grip on her pen. Damn it. Murphy’s Law is at work again.