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.

the other models or designers. I need to take a shower and sleep.

of distress. That was how she always

and it always worked.

me? Abigail held her drafts tighter, her heart racing. She was wondering how she should

wait a minute. We’re not even divorced yet. We’re still married on paper. So, what if I’m in my husband’s room? Joan should

said, “I’ll tell the crew members to fix

was about to make the call, but Joan stopped him. After all, it was just an excuse she made up to check his bathroom, so she

out of the cabinet and stepped

at the door, her face deadpan. Her gaze almost bored a hole through the door. He’s a rich man. I

knocked on her assistant’s door and

won’t come out, fine. But once she shows up, my team

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

got

“Are you sure you want to

this room, and she wouldn’t stop until she found

everyone, Sean

on his bed and gazed at Abigail, his eyes deep as the sea. “It’s late, you got the wrong room, Joan came to see me, and

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