The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 78

Chapter 78 The Perfect Sweet Man

Abigail was instantly convinced by Luna's words and stopped overthinking. After finishing the pattern in the morning, she needed to bring it to Joan. Since Joan was the designated model, it was essential to confirm the measurements of the pattern with her. After lunch, she carried the pattern

and went to replace her.

When Abigail arrived at Joan's room, she realized she was not there. Upon inquiring, she found out that Joan and several other designers and models were in the garden downstairs. Hence, she went

to the garden, still carrying the pattern.

When Joan saw her, she greeted her with a smile. "Why did you bring that, Miss Quinn?"

"You're the model, so I need your help to check if the pattern fits," Abigail calmly replied.

At that moment, Joan was sitting in a garden chair, holding a beautiful fan and gently swaying it. "I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of a photoshoot right now. Can you wait for a while?"

Other designers and models were nearby, some watching the scene and others mocking.

Abigail walked up to her, exuding an imposing aura as she looked at Joan. "Miss Smith needs you to confirm the measurements for the pattern before she starts making the sample. Give me ten minutes, and I can confirm everything."

With furrowed brows, Joan spoke with a slightly impatient tone, "Listen. My schedule is all

arranged. If you wanted to confirm measurements, you should've notified me in advance. Luna's

matter is not the only important thing here."

"Then, how long will it take you?" Abigail asked indifferently, for she did not want to argue with her. "I'm a bit thirsty. Can you fetch me a can of soda?" Joan said, picking up her phone to take a selfie. Nina chimed in, "Oh, by the way, Miss Quinn, while you're at it, could you also get me a box of Felo brand ice cream?"

"Once I get it, will you cooperate?" Abigail asked Joan dispassionately.

Joan was truly disgusted with Abigail's attitude. Even when she had the upper hand, she did not feel the satisfaction of winning over Abigail. Instead, she felt that this little assistant did not pay any attention to her actions and had an air of aloofness.

After a while, Abigail brought the soda and handed it to Joan. "Drink this, then come for your

measurements."

"Where's my ice cream?" asked Nina.

As Abigail looked at her coldly, she asked, "Who are you to me? Do I have to serve you?" Instantly, Nina's face turned blue.

After taking a sip of her soda, Joan stood up. Despite her displeasure, she waved to Abigail with a smile as sweet as honey. "Come on. Let's do it."

With a cold expression, Abigail brought the pattern before Joan and began taking measurements. However, as soon as she finished measuring the sleeves, Joan shook her fan and said, "How about we go to the pavilion over there? It's really hot here, and I don't want my makeup to melt." Without waiting for Abigail to express her opinion, she tore off the pattern and handed it back to Abigail before walking away confidently.

Meanwhile, Nina looked at Abigail with a triumphant expression and followed Joan. After walking a distance, Joan stopped and told Abigail, "By the way, move the chairs from over there, will you? After that, get me some fruit and ice cream. Let's continue when it cools down. I don't want to break a sweat and smudge the lines on your pattern."

Now that they were not in the middle of a live stream, Abigail dared not let her guard down. What

if these people were up to something? Designers were not allowed to use their phones, but models could freely access the internet.

As she contemplated, Victor's voice sounded beside her. "Let me help you. If you don't comply today, Joan will not cooperate.”

Abigail looked at him, her expression cold. "Aren't you afraid your designer will be mad at you for helping me?"

"If she does, I won't cooperate with her work. Don't worry," he replied. As they were chatting, he had

already taken the chairs with a bright smile. "Your leg is injured, but she still asked you to move chairs. It's an attempt to worsen your injury."

Suddenly, she thought about how he had helped her twice before and nodded in gratitude. "Thank

you for your help."

Without saying much, he carried the chairs away. After she tidied up the pattern, she quickly

followed him.

Meanwhile, before the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, Sean watched the scene below-Abigail and Victor chatting and laughing-with icy eyes. Cameron sneakily glanced at him and saw his cold and intimidating demeanor. At once, he averted his gaze. I wonder whom he's angry at.

After watching for a while, Sean turned and walked away. When he arrived in the banquet hall on

the first floor, he saw Victor and Abigail washing fruits by the open kitchen sink. She was in a good mood, chatting animatedly with him.

Though Sean stood in the private kitchen, she did not notice him at all. After she finished washing

the fruits, she intended to leave.

"Be careful. The floor is slippery." Victor approached, steadying her.