The Spare Wife

Chapter 83

Chapter 83 Abigail Quits Abigail felt like she was the only positive one in this marriage. Sean was glued to Joan, so a single phone call from her could make him leave, yet it was because of him that Abigail had to be cautious with her actions on the show. Many frustrations were pent up inside her, and she clenched the hand at her side tightly. After returning to Luna’s room, Abigail sat at her workstation and silently attended to her tasks. Luna was dealing with the matters related to L.Moon and sensed that something was off with Abigail’s mood. She looked up and asked, “What’s wrong? You seem frustrated.” Abigail, who was about to transfer some photos to her tablet, relaxed her tense expression upon hearing Luna’s question. “It’s nothing. Are you still dealing with L.Moon’s orders here?” “Due to the recent popularity of you and Sean being a couple on the show, we’ve been receiving many studio orders. I’m currently delegating them to the designers,” Luna replied with a smile when she mentioned those orders. All of Abigail’s resentment toward Sean was rendered useless by Luna’s words. She lowered her gaze and nodded lightly, saying, “That’s great. I’ll start the embroidering. Otherwise, the time given by the production team won’t be enough.” L.Moon still depended on Sean, so even if she harbored lots of resentment toward him, this show Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

had benefitted her and Luna’s studio. Her interactions with Sean had also brought in quite a few orders for the studio. Luna sensed that Abigail was in a rather bad mood, so she set aside and poured a glass of hot water for her. “What’s really bothering you? You seem upset. I’m your sister, right? Can’t you confide in me?” Abigail inserted a memory card into her tablet and smiled at Luna. “Where did you get the idea that I’m in a bad mood? I’m just a bit tired. It’s fine; we’ve received quite a few orders thanks to this show. That’s already good.” Luna looked concerned. “If you’re really upset, we can withdraw from the show so that we don’t have to see that lovey-dovey couple and feel bad.”

“No. I’ll wait until my grandmother’s health improves, and then I’ll sever ties with him,” Abigail replied gently. Luna patted her shoulder. “Alright, focus on your work. Don’t overexert yourself.” Meanwhile, Joan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in her room, her eyes cold as she spoke on the phone. “Is this really going to work? I’m afraid if it gets discovered, Sean will be angry.” “Just make sure he doesn’t find out. Find someone to assist you,” the person on the other end of the line advised. “Okay, I understand,” Joan replied before she hung up. Shortly after that, Nina knocked on the door. Joan opened the door and immediately had a friendly smile. “You’re here. I wanted to talk to you and confirm what you saw last night.” Nina entered her room, and after closing the door, Joan wore a harmless smile as she asked, “You really saw Sean, right?” “As long as you’re sure that the room next to Abigail is his, then it’s him,” Nina replied cautiously. She couldn’t afford to offend anyone, especially not the major investor in the show. Joan smiled and sat down nearby. “Do you want Abigail to leave the show?” Nina looked at Joan with a forced smile. “Abigail leaving the show doesn’t really benefit me as a designer.” “Sean hired Alana, especially for me. If you want to compete with her, you can dream about it. If you step back and receive an outstanding award, that’s still achievable.” Joan refused to beat around the bush. Nina pursed her lips, contemplating for a moment before asking, “How do you want me to help you get rid of Abigail?” “Abigail has injured her leg, and Victor is rather fond of her. You have plenty of room to work with there. Why do you need me to teach you a method? After all, the award from the show comes with a prize of over a million, and the clothes you design will bear the logo of the luxury brand that Sean owns. Isn’t that enough incentive for you to use your brain?” Joan had a sweet smile, but there

was a piercing glare. There was tension on Nina’s face. “I’m not sure if your relationship with Sean is genuine or fake.” Joan raised an eyebrow and, right in Nina, dialed Sean’s number on her phone. On the other end of the call, Sean’s voice was unusually gentle. “What’s up?” “Sean, I want the new Mila bag. Can you buy it for me?” Joan asked coquettishly. “Sure,” Sean replied without hesitation. Joan replied, her eyes narrowing. She triumphantly tilted her chin and looked at Nina, who was surprised. “Thank you, Sean. Get some rest soon.”