Chapter 52


    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 cab


    beside the door. She adjusted her steps and took a nce 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 shing 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 nce, 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 nce. 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.


    Sean’s gaze 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 to your room.”


    “But everyone’s asleep.” Joan put on a look of distress. That was how she always got Sean to relent,


    and it always worked.


    Abigail 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 wondering how she should exin


    things if Joan found her.


    Then she thought, Hey, 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 be the one panicking.


    Sean said, “I’ll tell the crew members to fix your bathroom.”


    He 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 quickly said, “It’s alright. I’ll use my assistant’s bathroom.” She gazed at


    the paper peeking out of the cab and stepped on it as she reluctantly left.


    Standing outside, she stared at the door, her face deadpan. Her gaze 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 that quickly.


    She turned around but didn’t 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 door and summoned a few of her sycophants, then they


    stood near Sean’s room, waiting for the woman toe out.


    If she won’te out, fine. But once she shows up, my team will ruin her reputation.


    Abigail came out of the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief. Refusing to spend a moment longer in this


    room,


    room, she got ready to leave.


    Sean suddenly said, “Are you sure you want to leave now?”


    Abigail stopped turning the knob as realization struck her. Joan had noticed the existence of another


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


    she was waiting right outside for her now.


    It was either that, 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. It’ste, and I have a shoot tomorrow.”


    Sean sat on his bed and gazed at Abigail, his eyes deep as the sea. “It’ste, you got the wrong room,


    Joan came to see me, and she’s now staking out, waiting for you. What a coincidence, huh?”


    Abigail held her draft tighter and smirked. “You’re saying I came up with this n?”


    “Is that not it?” Kevin’s words still rang in Sean’s mind. Abigail’s nonchnce meant one of two things:


    either she wasn’t bothered with Sean, or she was up to something big. Sean thought it was thetter.


    Abigail smiled. “Fine, whatever you say.” Everything is so stupid. It’s a joke. She thought it was funny


    that she was hiding in the bathroom while Sean tried his best to chase Joan away.


    Sean held her wrist. “If you want me to start a scandal with you, just say it.” I’ll do it.


    He thought he was backing down, but Abigail thought it was further humiliation. What does he think I


    am? A useless foil? A useless woman who needs sex to sell her appeal?


    She flung his hand away and gave him an icy look. “It’s alright, Mr. Graham, I don’t need that. Nothing


    of the sort will happen again. If it does, you can have Kevin kick me off the set, alright?”


    Reminded of her grandmother’s condition, she warmed up a little. “But what happened tonight was an


    ident. I was not trying to set you up. You can investigate all you want. Ask Joan if that’s what’s


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