Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 56 Did Something Alright

And now that's the very reason this woman is mocking me. Abigail smirked. She quietly served the coffee to Joan. Only then did she stop whining. Despite her awkwardness, Abigail managed

to get some of her measurements. Joan then languidly walked to the bathroom for a shower.

While she was doing that, Abigail went to a corner and texted Luna. 'How's it going on your end?'

Luna

texted a reply with three dots before adding, 'Take a guess.' She could bluff her way out of any situation and praise Abigail's designs to high heavens, but it had been years since she made a drawing, and her s outstanding, and that would be a hit to Alana's reputation.

Even through the phone, Abigail could imagine the look on Luna's face. She stood up and tucked the tape away, then she knocked on the door. "Miss Smith needs my help. Once you're done, knock on my doo Taking her measurements is not a top priority; the draft is. I need to get back and deal with the

draft first.

Joan said nothing but didn't stop her. She's giving me attitude? When they get stumped on the design, she'll be begging for my help.

Taking her silence as agreement, Abigail left the room and took a deep breath when she was outside. She had decided to seek Sean out and ask for the draft she left behind. First, she had no

two, she was too annoyed to come up with a new design for someone like Joan. That woman was not worth

low in hesitation, then she texted Sean

in the corridor for too long, or the camera might catch her.

her shoes, and then she felt herself touching

froze. I couldn't even find it last night no matter how much

she patted it, yet she couldn't clean off the

room, calling Kevin. Anger was festering within her, but she held it back. "Mr. Stewart. We just

should I

assist

might sound relaxed and nonchalant, but he had a headache as well. He knew that Luna and Abigail were friends, so he put on a smile. "Oh, calm down. We have time. If she

they had a rich backer, and now that Joan had Sean backing her, she was probably as haughty

temples throbbing. "What did you promise me when you invited me, Mr. Stewart?" Just the thought of Abigail getting tripped up by a

with rage.

doing letting that b*tch

to deal with Sean's

we're pushovers? You rigged the team composition and forced us to team up, and now she's slowing

hung up right

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