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?”

to Alana. If not, she must

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

She can’t do

because she’s my assistant. Who do you think you

others can’t do this to you, but she can. She’s my assistant.” Luna erupted in

down, even if her

Alana indeed purchased the designs or if this is

If you’re not involved, please return

felt so humiliated since getting involved with Sean. Tears welled

Sean coldly. Seeing her expression, Sean remained silent and looked

wipe her tears. “You should not have intervened. The

away.

signaled Kevin to do this. He wanted to ensure Joan could leave without further damage. She clenched her fists, shooting a meaningful glance

and held Abigail’s hand, guiding her

return to their rooms. Still in a state of

about

still have time,” Kevin replied solemnly. He had chosen that time slot anticipating potential issues, and his prediction

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 winter breeze,