I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 116 Still Defending Her

Damian glanced at Victor before speaking up, “Miss Palmer and Miss Lowery suggested that we unite to remove con artists like Ms. Quinn and Ms. Smith from the show.” This was Damian’s revealing his stance to Luna and Abigail.

of way

Sean turned his attention to Luna and inquired, “What’s your response to this, Luna?”

“I’m here to assert that the video is entirely fabricated. You’re skilled at discerning the truth, Mr. Graham, aren’t you? You invited me, and though I initially declined, you threatened me to sign the contract. Now, my reputation is at stake. I demand an explanation.” Luna maintained her composure, her gaze sharp and unwavering.

Sean narrowed his eyes. Despite knowing Alana’s involvement in the show, he believed Luna was overly assertive. He wondered whether she and Abigail had planned this confrontation. He asked,

“What action do you propose we take?”

Luna exchanged glances with Abigail, who stepped forward, exuding a tranquil demeanor. “I am speaking on behalf of my employer. First, once the truth is ascertained, we request that Joan Palmer switch places with Nina’s model. Alana will not design for those who defame her. Comply, or face consequences.”

Joan grew indignant, retorting, “How dare you? Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?”

at her sternly, stating, “Secondly, Joan Palmer must humbly apologize to Alana. If not, she must create an

Sean, her eyes welling up. She seemed aggrieved, uttering, “She’s just an

do

think you are, a nobody,

you, but she can. She’s my assistant.” Luna

backing down, even if her

Alana indeed purchased the designs or if this is a

involved, please return to

felt so humiliated since getting involved with Sean. Tears welled up in her

Sean coldly. Seeing her expression,

Joan, offering his handkerchief to wipe her tears. “You should not have intervened. The production team would have handled everything. Come with me.”

away.

knew Sean had signaled Kevin to do this. He wanted to ensure Joan could leave without further damage. She clenched

Abigail’s hand, guiding her

to their rooms.

“What about

proceeding as planned. The show starts at two. We still have time,” Kevin replied solemnly. He had

and asked, “What if I insist that you design Joan’s attire and forbid her from apologizing to you?” he demanded, his voice as cold as a