Abigail’s Second Life

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 beside 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 them, 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 turned to smile at Sean. "Your room's decor looks different from ours." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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

and he coolly said, "No. You can ask the other models or designers. I need to take a shower and sleep. Just go back

everyone's asleep." Joan put on a look of distress. That was how she always got Sean

and it always worked.

sudden? Why? Did she notice me? Abigail held her drafts tighter, her heart racing. She was wondering how

Hey, wait a minute. We're not even divorced yet. We're still married on paper.

crew members to fix your

was just an excuse she made up to check his bathroom, so she quickly said, "It's alright. I'll use my assistant's bathroom." She gazed at the paper peeking out of

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

door and summoned a few of her sycophants, then they stood nea If she won't come out, fine. But

of relief. Refusing to spend a moment longer in

she got ready to

you sure you want to

had noticed the existence of another woman in this room,

woman was. It was possible she