Chapter 111


    Chapter 111 Voice Recorder


    The first show was scheduled for the next day. Abigail took the dress to her room for


    final checks to prevent unforeseen circumstances. When she opened her room door, she was startled t


    o find Sean sitting there.


    He had returned


    to hispany two days ago, so she assumed he wouldn’t be back so soon. His sudden appearance i


    n her room rattled her already tense nerves.


    “You seem surprised to see me,” he remarked casually as he put down her notebook.


    Abigail used the notebook to doodle patterns for the dress, often finding inspiration at random moments


    . She hadn’t expected Sean to go through her notebook, especially when he had previously shown little


    interest in her work. “I heard you


    went back to work. Of course, I’m surprised to see you in my room,” she replied, quicklying up with


    an excuse. Sheposed herself and held her dress up a little, then she went into the room and close


    d the door.


    He nced at the dress in her hands. “Is Luna having you check the dress instead of working on it


    herself?”


    “She wants me to check the details. She’s exhausted after working on it all day,” she exined.


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    He then turned his attention to her notebook. “Nice patterns. Did Luna ask you to learn this as


    well?”


    Abigail hung the dress on a hanger, feeling slightly offended by Sean’sment. Her mind was alread


    y weary from a long day’s work, and she couldn’t figure out why Sean would ask her that. “Yep. What d


    o you think? Do I have enough talent to be a designer?”


    “Not bad,” he acknowledged. “Many people don’t have talent, but hard work canpensate.”


    She grunted and changed the subject. “A stranger pricked mest time. Have you found out who


    did it?”


    “We did. I’ll handle it,” Sean calmly assured Abigail.


    She involuntarily looked at him with a hint of subtle mockery flickering in her eyes. However, he


    seemed oblivious to it. She looked away, pretending to be interested in the dress, but her thoughts


    were elsewhere. She muttered, He’s going to sweep it under the rug because it’s rted to someone n


    amed ‘Palmer.‘ She held the dress, finding the situation amusing and pathetic, and thought, If he refuse


    s to tell me, I will ask Luna to investigate.


    “After you’re done, make sure to get some rest. You’re working harder than any assistant,” he advise


    d


    before leaving the room.


    The door was closed, and Abigail was still stunned. She had expected Sean to stay longer, but it was j


    ust a brief visit. She entered the bathroom and sshed her face with cold water. When she looked at


    her reflection, she frowned. She appeared vacant and worn; even she was repulsed by her appearance


    , let alone that man.


    After a shower and some adjustments to the dress, she sewed a few patches to perfect the details.


    An urgent knock on her door roused her from hier groggy state the following day. It wasn’t even seven


    o’clock yet, and she knew the show, if today, wouldn’t start so early.


    Approaching the door, Abigail was about to inquire about the visitor’s identity when Luna


    whispered, “Open up. It’s me, Luna.”


    Abigail quickly opened the door, greeted by a pale Luna, which instantly rmed her. “What’s wrong?


    Did you stay up all night?”


    “No, I got some sleep, but I found this in the couch crevices this morning. Someone must have


    hidden it while we weren’t looking.” Luna showed the voice recorder and squeezed into Abigail’s


    room.


    Abigail took the recorder and examined it closely. “Did you turn it off, or did it run out of battery?”


    “I turned it off. I checked the model, and it saves its file in a cloud system. We need a passcode to


    ess the files,” Luna whispered.


    Abigail’s heart skipped a beat. She swiftly grabbed her phone to scan the voice recorder, and it


    directed her to an online shopping page. After inspecting the recorder’s details, Abigail frowned.


    “The recorder’s battery can be recharged. It can work all day andst for a week.”


    She turned on the recorder, which still had two–thirds of its battery life. “Judging by the


    power


    usage, Joan must have secretly ced it here when she joined the livestreaming team, specifically wh


    en she sat down and asked you questions.”


    Over the past two days, they had discussed their secrets at length, and Joan had likely gained ess


    to the voice recordings through the cloud storage.


    “No wonder she wasn’t concerned when we mentioned altering our clothes. This must be her n.


    She thinks she can win first prize by exposing us,” Luna grabbed her hair, her voiceced with


    anger.


    “It’s possible,” Abigail responded solemnly.