Chapter 61


    Chapter 61 Stop Shipping Random Couples


    At 3.00PM, the production team announced that there would be three hours of recreation time- which


    would be live–streamed.


    Abigail had been racking her brains for a way to get closer to Sean, and her eyes lit up


    the moment she heard the announcement. Under Luna’s eager anticipation, she changed into a loose


    white T- shirt and a run–of–the–mill pair of bleached skinny jeans that framed her long and slender


    legs.


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    Still, such an outfit was very unattractive in the eyes of a fashion designer. “Is that it? I thought you


    were going to pull out all the stops to sweep Kevin off his feet.” Luna’s eyes popped out in incredulity at


    her aesthetic sense today.


    Who cares about Kevin? I’m here to court Sean! thought Abigail inwardly.


    Upon arriving at the banquet hall, she immediately spotted Sean sitting next to Kevin, his eyes


    impassive. He seemed uninterested in the tea party.


    On the other hand, Kevin’s eyes lit up at the sight of Abigail. He whispered to Sean, “You were gone


    for an hour after lunch. Did you go looking for her after finally realizing that you’ve got something


    to say to her?”


    “Shut up.” Sean pushed his face away in disgust, his eyes quietly scanning Abigail’s attire.


    Kevin let out a stifledugh. Then, he stood up, beckoning to Abigail and Luna in a friendly manner like


    a big boss. He said, “Miss Smith,e over and have a seat here.”


    Luna dragged Abigail along, fearing that Joan would get the jump on them and take up the seat


    before they could.


    Kevin gave up


    his seat to Luna, showing none of the steadiness befitting the head of the production team. He said


    animatedly, “You two sit on the right; I’ll sit to the left of Mr. Graham. Don’t be shy, both of you. Today’s


    afternoon tea party is all about rxation and fun, so please make yourselves


    at home.”


    Even though not everyone had arrived in the banquet hall, all eyes of those present were fixed on


    Luna. They envied her for the preferential treatment she received from Kevin.


    Luna and Abigail exchanged a brief look before they made a dramatic show of pushing and nudging to


    offer the seat to each other. Then, seeing that it was enough, Luna forcefully seated Abigail–who


    pretended to be shy and reserved–next to Sean, saying, “Don’t be afraid. Mr.


    Abigail nodded, appearing extremely meek and obedient.


    Kevin struggled to contain hisughter, feeling like he might burst outughing at any moment. He


    raised his hand and pinched his chin with all his might, trying to keep himself from breaking into


    laughter. His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he were having an epileptic seizure.


    Sean kicked him in the leg, upon which he immediately drew a quiet breath before sitting up with a


    straight face. “This is Mr. Graham, whom I’m sure all of you have long heard of. He


    look stern,


    but he’s an amiable person, actually. Miss Smith, who has worked with him, understands this best.”


    Luna eagerly chimed in, “Yeah, that’s right.”


    All the designers present called out in unison, “Good afternoon, Mr. Graham.”


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    Abigail felt that Kevin’s words were an indirect way of justifying the seating arrangements. Naturally, a


    major investor like Sean wouldn’t want to be seated with people he didn’t know well. Since Luna had


    worked with him before, her sitting next to him would be the most appropriate.


    She surmised that Kevin’s seat was probably intended for Joan, who had yet to arrive.


    Sean nodded, acknowledging everyone.


    Luna cleared her throat and said to Abigail, “Mr. Graham is attending such an event for the first time.


    Abigail, you’re quick–witted and good with your hands. Make sure not to slight him.”


    Abigail replied dutifully at once, “I got it, Miss Smith.” Given Sean’s prominent status, Luna instructing


    her to focus on serving him was indeed a wise move.


    She poured a ss of soda for Sean while everyone


    watched.


    Joan arrivedte to find Abigail sitting next to Sean, separating Luna from him. Enraged, she quickly


    walked over to therge round table in the banquet hall. She stood in front of Kevin and- suppressing


    the boiling anger within her–asked with a sweet and gentle smile, “Mr. Stewart, why didn’t you save a


    seat for me? You know about my rtionship with Sean, don’t you?”


    Kevin replied with a look of astonishment, “Oh, dear! Miss Palmer, it’s already 3.30PM. I thought


    you weren’t going to attend the party.”


    Joan’s cheeks reddened with suppressed anger. “How could I not attend the party…” she said, looking


    expectantly at Sean.


    Much to her dismay, Sean paid no attention to her, beingpletely absorbed in eating the orange


    Abigail had peeled for him.


    Joan knew full well that the man wouldn’t give her special treatment at this moment, especially since he


    was an investor. Since she failed to arrive on time, she had no reason to make a fuss just because her


    seat had been taken. Moreover, she had to maintain her public image in front of the


    camera.


    Abigail paid no attention to her. She was now making every effort to please Sean, hoping he would give


    her another chance to exin herself. This time, she was determined to talk nicely and not make him


    angry–all in the hope that he would help her retrieve the design draft.


    Kevin persuaded Joan earnestly, “Miss Palmer, it’s recreation time now. Come on, don’t be so serious.


    The seat over there is pretty nice, too; just look up, and you’ll be able to see Mr. Graham.


    That’s not bad, isn’t it?”


    Joan was inwardly seething with anger, but outwardly, she gave in, saying. “Okay.” Reluctantly, she


    took the seat furthest from Sean at the round table, her heart filled with an even stronger loathing


    for Luna and Abigail.


    On the other hand, Abigail was delighted to see that Sean had eaten the fruit she had offered, which he


    usually liked. She suggested in a more rxed tone, “Mr. Graham, would you like another bottle


    of soda?”


    Sean raised his eyelids and nced at her before nodding slightly.


    This ambiguous look in his eyes was captured on the live broadcast.


    Theizens who had initially found the tea party boring were now captivated by the way he


    looked at Abigail.


    One of themmented, ‘Is it just my imagination, or is Sean Graham really looking at na’s


    assistant in a way that suggests some sort of romance?‘


    Another replied, ‘I agree with you…. I’m twisting like a pretzel in my bed now. What a look in the


    eyes of an ultimate charmer!‘