I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

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.”

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.

“No. You can ask the other models or designers. I need to take a shower

of distress.

and it always worked.

was nervous and speechless. She wants to use the bathroom all of a sudden? Why? Did she notice me? Abigail held her drafts tighter, her heart racing. She was

she thought, Hey, wait a minute. We’re not even divorced yet. We’re still married on paper. So, what

said, “I’ll tell the crew members

call, but Joan stopped him. After all, it was just an excuse she made up to check

the cabinet and stepped on it as

through the door. He’s a rich man. I know those b*tches would try to hook up with him, but I

go too far. “Let’s see which of these b*tches are trying to steal my man from me.” She knocked on her assistant’s

once she shows up,

of the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief. Refusing to spend

she got ready to

sure you want to leave

another woman in this room, and she wouldn’t stop until she found out who that woman was. It

everyone, Sean might not help her get out of the mess. Abigail frowned. “I can’t stay here

gazed at Abigail, his eyes deep as the sea. “It’s late, you got the wrong room, Joan came to see me, and she’s now staking out, waiting for

her draft tighter and smirked. “You’re saying I came up with