Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 108

Chapter 108 Vengeful All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Joan watched Sean and Kevin from a distance, her eyes revealing a glint of suspicion. She thought, W hile two instances could be considered coincidental, what about the third?

It was painfully clear to her that Sean cared deeply for Abigail, far more than he did for her. Joan had al

ways believed she was the sole recipient of Sean’s affections, but now, it appeared that a mere

assistant had stolen his heart. She pursed her lips and glanced at the small wound on her finger, her

eyes filled with cold resentment.

Nina said quietly, “Don’t you think Mr. Graham cares about Miss Quinn a bit too much? Every time

there’s afternoon tea, he wants to bring her along. Even their rooms are next to each other.”

These words struck Joan where it hurt the most. She claimed to share a deep bond with Sean, but it

was evident to everyone that the man arranged to have his room next to Abigail’s. Even during

teatime, he would stay with Abigail.

Abigail had managed to steal the spotlight, rendering all of Joan’s attempts to capture his attention, incl

uding her dramatic announcement of their relationship and her previous self–harm, futile and

laughable.

Suppressing her fury, Joan smiled at Nina. “So, will you get back at her for me?”

Nina hesitated for a moment, then pledged her loyalty. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

Joan mused over her options for a moment. She said, “The bag I asked Sean to get for me just came.

It’s still sealed. Do you want it?”

Nina’s eyes greedily lit up, and she clenched her teeth before whispering, “I won’t disappoint you.”

Satisfied, Joan smiled sweetly. “I await your return, but remember, Miss Quinn is just an assistant.

We targeted the wrong person last time.”

Nina instantly grasped the implied message. Since Abigail was difficult to handle, they should shift

their focus to Luna.

After teatime was over, Luna escorted Abigail to her room. “We’re meeting Victor and Damian in the we

st garden tonight.”

Abigail understood her friend’s intentions. “You want to fight back, don’t you?”

“Even if I’m not, I should be prepared for anything. We can’t always be on the defensive side,” Luna

replied.

Abigail nodded. “I can’t make it tonight. I have something to attend to. Please tell them.”

“What are you planning to do?” Luna asked.

“I’m revising the design. Relay the message to Damian and have him spread the word. Then, the

competition is going to get really stiff. My aim is to have Nina ousted in the first round. She’s Joan’s

right–hand person in this show. Remove her, and Joan becomes powerless.” Abigail smiled.

Luna mirrored her smile. “You’re vengeful.”

Abigail approached her workstation and added, “It’s a shame our industry has people like them.

Also, find out the background of the person who pricked me. I want to know if he’s related to Joan.”

Luna nodded with concern in her eyes. Abigail understood Luna’s worry–that Sean might side

with Joan if the person was linked to her. Still, Abigail didn’t want to jump to conclusions just yet.

Sweet Whispers would start its first show in three days, with half the designers facing elimination in

the first round. Out of eight groups, only four would advance. Abigail had already reviewed the

designers‘ previous work. Damian was undoubtedly a talented designer, while Nina didn’t seem to

shine. Her elimination was a possibility.

As night fell, Abigail continued her redesign work. She transformed the embroidered roses into a

more eye–

catching design, changing the dress into a shorter skirt. She planned to wrap it in a thin layer of gauze

and sew the roses onto it to make them appear lifelike. She diligently recorded all

the details on the draft..

It was approaching 11,00PM, and Sean had finished his work for the day. He knocked on Abigail’s roo

m door repeatedly but received no response. Just as he was leaving, Cameron approached and

handed him a card. “Maybe she’s too busy to hear you.”

Sean cocked an eyebrow. “When did you prepare this?”

Worried that Sean might misunderstand, Cameron explained, “Mr. Stewart gave it to me today and

told me to give it to you when the time was right.”

Sean took the card from Cameron, swiped it to unlock the door, and entered Abigail’s room. He heard

water running in the bathroom, but his attention was immediately drawn to the half–finished

clothing and drafts scattered on the table. The drafts were covered in Abigail’s familiar handwriting