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?”

the truth, let’s see how you can defend her.” She avoided answering his question, turning her gaze toward the window. She didn’t

want to resolve this,

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

Alana on your show. So, you better protect her. She owes you nothing, and you expect her to sit quietly when her reputation is

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

you so mad?”

was still livid, so when he hugged her, she

go!”

dispatched my team to locate the original video. I’ll prove your innocence.” He could understand why she

struggled to break free, but Sean held her close to his chest. “Alright, calm

attend,”

and exhaled. “I don’t care. Joan can’t be our model. We’re replacing

break free again, and

request.

make an apology video and post it online,” she said, reining in

Abigail’s eyes and nodded. “Fine. I’ll talk to

involved in the smear campaign must be removed from

show,” she insisted.

“Of course,” he agreed.

future. Then, she mocked, “Joan means a lot to you, doesn’t she?” She smiled