Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 78 The Perfect Sweet Man

Abigail was instantly convinced by Luna's words and stopped overthinking. After finishing the pattern in the morning, she needed to bring it to Joan. Since Joan was the designated model, it was essential to confirm the measurements of the pattern with her. After lunch, she carried the pattern

and went to find her.

When Abigail arrived at Joan's room, she realized she was not there. Upon inquiring, she found out that Joan and several other designers and models were in the garden downstairs. Hence, she went

to the garden, still carrying the pattern.

When Joan saw her, she greeted her with a smile. "Why did you bring that, Miss Quinn?"

"You're the model, so I need your help to check if the pattern fits," Abigail calmly replied.

At that moment, Joan was sitting in a garden chair, holding a beautiful fan and gently swaying it. "I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of a photoshoot right now. Can you wait for a while?"

Other designers and models were nearby, some watching the scene and others mocking.

Abigail walked up to her, exuding an imposing aura as she looked at Joan. "Miss Smith needs you to confirm the measurements for the pattern before she starts making the sample. Give me ten minutes, and I can confirm everything."

brows, Joan spoke with a slightly impatient tone, "Listen. My schedule

wanted to confirm measurements, you

not the only important thing

how long will it take you?" Abigail asked indifferently, for she did not want to argue with her. "I'm a bit thirsty. Can you fetch me a can of soda?" Joan said, picking

you cooperate?" Abigail asked

truly disgusted with Abigail's attitude. Even when she had the upper hand, she did not feel the satisfaction of winning over Abigail. Instead, she felt that this little assistant

Abigail brought the soda and handed

access chapters of novels early and in

ice cream?" asked

at her coldly, she asked, "Who are you to me? Do I have to serve you?" Instantly, Nina's

stood up. Despite her displeasure, she waved to Abigail with a smile as sweet

go to the pavilion over

will you? After that, get me some fruit and ice

were not in the middle of a live

to something? Designers were not allowed to use their phones, but

Victor's voice sounded beside her. "Let me help

you afraid your designer will be mad at you

does, I won't cooperate with her work. Don't worry," he replied. As they were chatting, he