I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 56 Did Something Alright

And now that’s the very reason this woman is mocking me. Abigail smirked. She quietly served the coffee to Joan. Only then did she stop whining. Despite her awkwardness, Abigail managed to get some of her measurements. Joan then languidly walked to the bathroom for a shower.

While she was doing that, Abigail went to a corner and texted Luna. ‘How’s it going on your end?‘

Luna texted a reply with three dots before adding, ‘Take a guess.‘ She could bluff her way out of any situation and praise Abigail’s designs to high heavens, but it had been years since she made a drawing, and her skills had deteriorated to nil. Even if she could make something, it wouldn’t be

outstanding, and that would be a hit to Alana’s reputation.

Even through the phone, Abigail could imagine the look on Luna’s face. She stood up and tucked the tape away, then she knocked on the door. “Miss Smith needs my help. Once you’re done, knoćk on my door. I’ll take the remainder of your measurements.”

Taking her measurements is not a top priority; the draft is. I need to get back and deal with the

draft first.

Joan said nothing but didn’t stop her. She’s giving me attitude? When they get stumped on the

design, she’ll be begging for my help.

her silence as agreement, Abigail left the room

She had decided to seek Sean out and ask for the draft she left

up with another draft, and two, she was too

like Joan. That woman was

she texted Sean and asked if he was in

Sean didn’t answer.

corridor for too long, or the camera might catch

change her shoes, and then she felt herself touching

the cabinet, and she froze. I couldn’t even find it last night no matter how much I tried. Did he put it back? Abigail had no idea what to feel, though she

was a little dirty so she patted it, yet she couldn’t clean off the mark. She couldn’t

was in her room, calling Kevin. Anger was festering within her, but she held it back. “Mr. Stewart. We just want to take

not working with us, how should I carry out my

assist

Abigail were friends, so he put on a

there’s always tomorrow.”

had a rich backer, and now that Joan had Sean backing her, she was probably as haughty as hell. She would not work with them unless

Luna spun

invited me, Mr. Stewart?” Just the thought of Abigail getting tripped up

with rage.

the f*ck is Sean doing letting that b*tch give his