Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 57 Way of the Crooked

The draft was important for Abigail. She was surprised Sean would give it back to her, and it helped her with her predicament.

She tried to wipe the mark off, but she failed, so she quickly recreated it, muttering, "I'll make sure nothing like this happens again."

Luna felt a weight being lifted off her shoulders, and she sighed. "This is my fault. If I'd kept up my design work, I wouldn't have dragged you down."

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Abigail thought that the production team wanted to watch how Luna worked so she stood up, telling Luna to get ready.

with

Luna quickly sat up straight on the couch and spun her pen, then she picked up a draft. It was the dirtied one Abigail had set aside. Eh, it's the same thing anyway. She quickly made some finishing

touches to the draft.

Abigail tucked the other drafts in her folder, composed herself, and opened the door, but when she was met with that woman's eyes, her smile faded. "Miss Palmer? My boss is still busy at work. Do you need a Joan took on a warm attitude like she was a different person. "Oh, Abigail. I just wanted you to take my measurements, and I want to see what Luna's doing."

Noticing the cameraman behind Joan, Abigail swallowed her words and moved away. "Fine."

Like a fangirl, Joan leaned on the door and waved at Luna like a lucky cat. "Just here to see you, Luna. So, how's the... Oh, I see you're done with your draft." She was staring at the draft Luna worked on. The I stepped on that paper on purpose before I left, so this means that Luna was the one in Sean's room. That explains a lot of things. No wonder that lowly assistant took that attitude with me. So, this b*tch has hooked up with Sean!

hem tightly, her nails almost digging into

it was a different story, but Luna was different. She

Sean too. Did he start taking notice of her because

Dec

where Sean did take an interest in Luna. She managed to attract his attention back

again, her voice was laced with iciness. "That's fast. It hasn't even been two hours since we began.

at her. "Hey, practice makes perfect." If she finds out that Abigail can make about eight drafts of this level in an hour when inspiration strikes, she's going to get a stroke. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

show off her skills. Then she looked at Abigail, still smiling, but she was distant compared to

couldn't stay. She glanced

holding.

much more cooperative. Abigail measured her shoulders, thereafter Joan

feel unwell."

the camera off, then they left. For once, Joan didn't trip Abigail up. Instead, she played with her phone and left

the corner and drew on

came, and everyone gathered at the dining hall. Abigail followed Joan inside and saw a familiar figure

It was Sean.

front of him. They were in a private dining room,

Luna blurted

"Nothing. Did the

sat beside her