Chapter 108


    Chapter 108 Vengeful


    Joan watched Sean and Kevin from a distance, her eyes revealing a glint of suspicion. She thought, W


    hile two instances could be considered coincidental, what about the third?


    It was painfully clear to her that Sean cared deeply for Abigail, far more than he did for her. Joan had al


    ways believed she was the sole recipient of Sean’s affections, but now, it appeared that a mere


    assistant had stolen his heart. She pursed her lips and nced at the small wound on her finger, her


    eyes filled with cold resentment.


    Nina said quietly, “Don’t you think Mr. Graham cares about Miss Quinn a bit too much? Every time


    there’s afternoon tea, he wants to bring her along. Even their rooms are next to each other.”


    These words struck Joan where it hurt the most. She imed to share a deep bond with Sean, but it


    was evident to everyone that the man arranged to have his room next to Abigail’s. Even during


    teatime, he would stay with Abigail.


    Abigail had managed to steal the spotlight, rendering all of Joan’s attempts to capture his attention, incl


    uding her dramatic announcement of their rtionship and her previous self–harm, futile and


    Suppressing her fury, Joan smiled at Nina. “So, will you get back at her for me?”


    Nina hesitated for a moment, then pledged her loyalty. “I’ll do whatever you say.”


    Joan mused over her options for a moment. She said, “The bag I asked Sean to get for me just came.


    It’s still sealed. Do you want it?”


    Nina’s eyes greedily lit up, and she clenched her teeth before whispering, “I won’t disappoint you.”


    Satisfied, Joan smiled sweetly. “I await your return, but remember, Miss Quinn is just an assistant.


    We targeted the wrong personst time.”


    Nina instantly grasped the implied message. Since Abigail was difficult to handle, they should shift


    their focus to Luna.


    After teatime was over, Luna escorted Abigail to her room. “We’re meeting Victor and Damian in the we


    st garden tonight.”


    Abigail understood her friend’s intentions. “You want to fight back, don’t you?”


    “Even if I’m not, I should be prepared for anything. We can’t always be on the defensive side,” Luna


    replied.


    Abigail nodded. “I can’t make it tonight. I have something to attend to. Please tell them.”


    “What are you nning to do?” Luna asked.


    “I’m revising the design. Ry the message to Damian and have him spread the word. Then, the


    right–hand person in this show. Remove her, and Joan bes powerless.” Abigail smiled.


    Luna mirrored her smile. “You’re vengeful.”


    Abigail approached her workstation and added, “It’s a shame our industry has people like them.


    Also, find out the background of the person who pricked me. I want to know if he’s rted to Joan.”


    Luna nodded with concern in her eyes. Abigail understood Luna’s worry–that Sean might side


    with Joan if the person was linked to her. Still, Abigail didn’t want to jump to conclusions just yet.


    Sweet Whispers would start its first show in three days, with half the designers facing elimination in


    the first round. Out of eight groups, only four would advance. Abigail had already reviewed the


    designers‘ previous work. Damian was undoubtedly a talented designer, while Nina didn’t seem to


    shine. Her elimination was a possibility.


    As night fell, Abigail continued her redesign work. She transformed the embroidered roses into a


    more eye–


    catching design, changing the dress into a shorter skirt. She nned to wrap it in a thinyer of gauze


    and sew the roses onto it to make them appear lifelike. She diligently recorded all


    the details on the draft..


    It was approaching 11,00PM, and Sean had finished his work for the day. He knocked on Abigail’s roo


    m door repeatedly but received no response. Just as he was leaving, Cameron approached and


    handed him a card. “Maybe she’s too busy to hear you.”


    Sean cocked an eyebrow. “When did you prepare this?”


    Worried that Sean might misunderstand, Cameron exined, “Mr. Stewart gave it to me today and


    told me to give it to you when the time was right.”


    Sean took the card from Cameron, swiped it to unlock the door, and entered Abigail’s room. He heard


    water running in the bathroom, but his attention was immediately drawn to the half–finished


    clothing and drafts scattered on the table. The drafts were covered in Abigail’s familiar handwriting