I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 58 A Stain

Things were just as hectic on the other end. Abigail seized the opportunity to pass another piece of paper to Luna while no one else was looking. Luna’s expression remained blank, but it was as if they had an unspoken agreement–she slipped the piece of paper into her pocket and covered her shirt over it. They both edged closer to one another and were about to exchange a conversation

when they heard Joan’s high–pitched voice.

“I noticed that you finished all of your design drafts when I visited you earlier today, Luna. That’s

impressive. I heard that the theme left a lot of the other designers stumped–they couldn’t come

up with anything, even after working on it for up to one week.” Joan’s statement carried an implicit

message that everyone else could understand. Yet, when Abigail glanced at Joan’s expression, she

noticed that there wasn’t a hint of malice on her face. In fact, she seemed to have genuine

admiration for the other woman.

The rest of the crowd no longer said much. The designers simply stared at Luna, who had a smile

on her face. Everyone couldn’t help but recall what Joan had asked Luna the night before. Did she

really contact Sean to ask him about the theme last night? Was she trying to come up with the drafts before us? Abigail could sense the suspicion and hostility in the rest of the designers‘ gaze, and she froze for a moment. Joan is obviously trying to tell everyone that this competition is rigged. She’s telling them that the winner has been pre–determined and that they wouldn’t be able to win the grand prize regardless of how hard they try.

Since Luna identified herself as Alana, she hadn’t visited Sean’s room, nor did she see a point in

explaining herself to Joan. So, Luna simply lowered her cutlery before looking Joan in the eye. “You

should provide some evidence for your statements, Miss Palmer. Otherwise, you’re just defaming

me.”

that any designer who

would know how to get started with their work. If they hadn’t exchanged identities,

initial draft within one hour. All she would’ve

other issues

sure are one of my favorite designers! I

a piece of paper that had

draft earlier

dejection as she continued speaking. “I was worried that the designer I admired wasn’t actually all that talented. I only became a model because of your designs. I may not have any talent

to be a fake!”

the production crew for the

of the morning before she nodded. “That’s right.” Abigail let out a slight chuckle. “That’s great, then. Since there wasn’t any time for her to change her draft, the draft that gets aired would

then there’s nothing I have to worry about. I don’t have any ill intentions. I simply want this to be a fair competition, and I want to believe that my idol has genuine talent.” Joan’s tone was sincere and genuine–the crowd seemed to be fonder of her

You voiced out your concerns in order to ensure that everyone else’s efforts don’t go

capture the argument. These were the sort

of conversation. Joan turned around to look at

for a while. “I’m not overthinking the situation. I’m

got concerned after noticing the issue with

I’m able to distinguish women who are simply pretending to be innocent and well–intentioned.

reputation. I hope that I’ll be able to receive an apology from

out.” Luna didn’t care about how other people perceived her, and she wasn’t afraid to offend Joan or the wealthy figure who was supporting Joan. So, Luna didn’t hesitate to expose the pretentious front that Joan was putting on. After that, she let out a scoff before she led Abigail out of the restaurant

was at its peak at that point. Everyone began to whisper

they all attempted to guess what Luna would do. Joan was fuming on the inside! Luna is the one who doesn’t know where she stands. How dare she act all righteous when she was the one who tried to seduce Sean? However, Joan knew that she couldn’t reveal her anger in front of

with a look of hurt and sorrow on her face. “I can apologize right now if that’s what Miss Smith wants. I just really didn’t want my impression of my idol to be ruined. Furthermore, we’re all on the same team–I wouldn’t want

believe how things turned south after Abigail’s

didn’t hesitate to criticize me at all.

me more haters?

both

we do? I think there was really a mark on the draft that I submitted.”

something if the filming crew took too much footage

to submit her draft earlier. Her ears were ringing then. We spoke

we might have dug our own graves,

gave you after that?” Abigail tried