The Spare Wife 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.

darkened, and he coolly said, “No. You can ask the other models or designers. I need to take a shower and sleep. Just go back

asleep.” Joan put on a look of distress. That was how she always got

and it always worked.

notice me? Abigail held her drafts tighter, her heart racing. She was wondering how she should explain things if Joan

a minute. We’re not even divorced yet. We’re still married on paper. So, what if I’m

tell the crew

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

the cabinet and stepped

almost bored a hole through the door. He’s a rich man. I know those b*tches would try to hook up with him, but I never thought they’d make a move

to steal my man from me.” She knocked on her assistant’s door and summoned a few of her sycophants, then they stood near Sean’s

fine. But once she shows up,

out of the bathroom, heaving a sigh of

got ready

sure you

in this room, and she

or someone else was doing her dirty work. If they made a scene and created a story out of it for everyone, Sean might not help her get out of the mess. Abigail frowned. “I can’t stay here forever.

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,