Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 79 Complaining

Abigail instinctively glanced at Victor, feeling that he might be making a big deal out of nothing. So, she withdrew her arm calmly and said politely, "Thank you, but the floor isn't slippery." With a resigned expression, Victor could only take the fruit basket from her hand. "This basket is dripping water, and the floor is marble. Considering your leg injury, these factors combined could lead to problems. Go get the pattern, and I'll carry it for you."

She agreed with a simple hum and did not push further. Unbeknownst to her, Sean narrowed his eyes as he watched them leave one after the other. His face was dark and brooding, as if a storm were brewing beneath the surface.

Victor placed the fruits on an iron chair in the pavilion and moved aside. Seeing Abigail slowly approaching, Joan stood up with a smile and handed her an orange. "Peel this for me, and then we can get to work."

Abigail had no intention of helping her, but Victor took the initiative, grabbed the orange, and started peeling it. At that moment, Joan looked at him meaningfully, and halfway through the peeling process, she suddenly spoke, "Victor, are you helping Miss Quinn because you want to gain some clout from her?"

He handed her the half-peeled orange and replied, "I just can't stand seeing you bully her. She's just an assistant, and everything is under her boss' orders. Is it really fun to bully her this way?" "Does it concern you whether it's fun or not? If you want to create a fauxmance with her, you gotta

in you. She's been eyeing Sean from the very beginning. You think you

down. "I want to create a fauxmance? I wonder who used Mr. Graham's reputation as the hotel owner for publicity. Unfortunately, he only has eyes for Miss Quinn and hasn't even appeared in

Joan, who was so angry that she wanted to throw the orange

right into

to argue with her, and besides, she's Miss Smith's model. How she treats me has nothing to do

that he was an outsider. When she looked

of hurt in his eyes, yet she avoided his gaze, pretending not to

called Sean. With a raised chin, she looked at the two, threatening, "I'll have Sean come and settle

phone. "Hey, Sean. Miss Quinn and a male model

come over

Sean said on the other end seemed to please her even more. The other designers

Victor watched as Abigail pressed her lips together, not saying