I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 58 A Stain

Things were just as hectic on the other end. Abigail seized the opportunity to pass another piece of paper to Luna while no one else was looking. Luna’s expression remained blank, but it was as if they had an unspoken agreement–she slipped the piece of paper into her pocket and covered her shirt over it. They both edged closer to one another and were about to exchange a conversation

when they heard Joan’s high–pitched voice.

“I noticed that you finished all of your design drafts when I visited you earlier today, Luna. That’s

impressive. I heard that the theme left a lot of the other designers stumped–they couldn’t come

up with anything, even after working on it for up to one week.” Joan’s statement carried an implicit

message that everyone else could understand. Yet, when Abigail glanced at Joan’s expression, she

noticed that there wasn’t a hint of malice on her face. In fact, she seemed to have genuine

admiration for the other woman.

The rest of the crowd no longer said much. The designers simply stared at Luna, who had a smile

on her face. Everyone couldn’t help but recall what Joan had asked Luna the night before. Did she

really contact Sean to ask him about the theme last night? Was she trying to come up with the drafts before us? Abigail could sense the suspicion and hostility in the rest of the designers‘ gaze, and she froze for a moment. Joan is obviously trying to tell everyone that this competition is rigged. She’s telling them that the winner has been pre–determined and that they wouldn’t be able to win the grand prize regardless of how hard they try.

Since Luna identified herself as Alana, she hadn’t visited Sean’s room, nor did she see a point in

explaining herself to Joan. So, Luna simply lowered her cutlery before looking Joan in the eye. “You

should provide some evidence for your statements, Miss Palmer. Otherwise, you’re just defaming

me.”

was clear enough that any designer

know how to get started with their work. If they hadn’t exchanged identities,

have still been able to produce an initial draft within one hour. All she would’ve

discard her other issues and focus hard

awe. “You sure are one

last night, and I accidentally stepped on a piece

rack. I saw a mark on your draft earlier today,

one of dejection as she continued speaking. “I was worried that the designer I admired wasn’t actually all that talented. I only became a model because of your designs. I may not have any talent in your field, but I sure do look up to you, Miss Smith!

to be a fake!”

Abigail without saying much. Abigail, on the other hand, seemed unfazed even after all that Joan had said. “When you met her today, the production crew for the designers had arrived as well. Logically speaking, she wouldn’t

change her draft, the draft that

anything before she spoke once more. “Fine. However, since you claim that this isn’t the truth, then there’s nothing

out your concerns in order to ensure that everyone else’s efforts don’t go

capture the argument. These were the sort

Joan turned around to look at Luna,

not overthinking the situation. I’m simply very fond of

concerned after noticing the issue with the

“I’m sorry. I’m not an idiot, and I’m able to distinguish women who are simply pretending to be innocent and well–intentioned. I’m fine if you’re targeting me

reputation. I hope that I’ll be able to receive an apology from you once

to offend Joan or the wealthy figure who was supporting Joan. So, Luna didn’t hesitate to expose the pretentious front that Joan was putting on. After that, she let out a scoff before she led Abigail out of the restaurant with a nonchalant look

its peak at that point. Everyone began

to guess what Luna would do. Joan was fuming on the inside! Luna is the one who doesn’t know where she stands. How dare she act all righteous when she was the one who tried to seduce Sean? However, Joan knew that she couldn’t reveal her anger in front of the camera. Sabrina had already given her a warning earlier that day–that

at the camera with a look of hurt and sorrow on her face. “I can apologize right now if that’s what Miss Smith wants. I just really didn’t want my impression of my idol to be ruined. Furthermore, we’re all on the same team–I wouldn’t want to harm her in any way. I shouldn’t have addressed this in

turned south after Abigail’s statements. I hadn’t

hesitate to criticize me at all. Wouldn’t that just

me more haters?

expression darkened after both she

think there was really a mark on the draft