The Spare Wife

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.”

Whispers, was clear enough that any designer who had some

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

able to produce an initial draft within one hour.

other issues and focus hard

joy and awe. “You sure are one

piece of paper that had

I saw a mark on your draft earlier today,

talented. I only became a model because

to be a fake!”

had said. “When you met her today, the production crew for the designers had

for her to change her draft, the draft

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

out your concerns in order to ensure that everyone else’s efforts don’t go to waste, and you tried to make sure that this show proceeds in a rightful manner. I think that’s a fantastic move from

capture

generate a lot of conversation. Joan turned around to

situation. I’m

got concerned after noticing the

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 as

that I’ll be able to receive an apology from you

care about how other people perceived her, and she wasn’t afraid to offend Joan or the wealthy figure who was supporting Joan. So, Luna didn’t hesitate to expose the pretentious front that Joan

in the room was at its peak at that point. Everyone began to

reveal her anger in front of the camera. Sabrina had already given her a warning earlier that day–that she had to contain her emotions and not lose her temper. If Joan lost her temper, she would be fulfilling Luna’s

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

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

She didn’t hesitate to criticize me at

me more haters?

darkened after both she and Abigail

we do? I think there was really a mark