I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 117 So You Know How to Cajole

Sean couldn’t help but notice the change in Abigail’s eyes. It triggered the memory of something Kevin had confided in him earlier–that Abigail didn’t like him. The thought knitted his brows in

concern.

The look in her eyes turned into that of apathy. “If she won’t make a public apology online, we’re not designing anything for her, and we’ll destroy the ones we’ve made for her. Trust me.”

“Do you have to go to such lengths? I-”

She cut him off shrilly. “I don’t want to hear any explanations. L.Moon’s success hinges on Alana’s reputation. What Joan’s doing is tantamount to ruining someone’s livelihood. It’s almost like murder in a way, do you get it?”

He asked, “Are you mad because I’m defending her? Is that why you’re going after her?”

She replied coldly, “I couldn’t care less if there were rumors of a scandal involving you and Joan

staying at any hotel.”

Sean took a deep breath, his eyes locked on Abigail. He asked, “Are you willing to say anything just

because she won’t apologize? Is L.Moon that important for you?”

his question, turning her gaze toward the window. She

to resolve this,

turned around, her frustration evident as she snapped, “Don’t threaten me. What else can you do besides threatening me? Why does the set have hidden cameras? Why is there a voice recorder?

as she walked closer to Sean. She enunciated sharply, “You resorted to underhanded tactics just to get Alana on your show. So, you better protect her. She owes you nothing, and you expect her to

was mad, and he pulled her into his embrace. “We’re already looking

you so mad?”

livid, so when he hugged her, she

go!”

is the production team’s oversight. I’ve dispatched my team to locate the original video. I’ll prove your innocence.” He could understand why she was so mad. She was Alana, after all.

her close to his chest. “Alright, calm down.

attend,” he

She clutched his clothing and exhaled. “I don’t care. Joan can’t

her out,” he said calmly. Still, she tried to break free again, and he looked at her. “In exchange for her being your model this time, you can name

request.

and post it online,” she said, reining in her anger. “For

Abigail’s eyes and nodded. “Fine.

in the

show,” she insisted.

“Of course,” he agreed.

anything just for Joan’s future. Then, she mocked, “Joan means a lot to you, doesn’t she?” She smiled sardonically as she