I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

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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

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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?”

Abigail looked at her sternly, stating, “Secondly, Joan Palmer must humbly apologize to Alana. If not,

she must create an apology video and share it online, confessing her slanderous actions.”

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

Sean. She can’t do this to me.”

“She can because she’s my assistant. Who do you think you are, a nobody, a flash in the pan?

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

wasn’t backing down, even if her enemy was Sean.

Kevin noticed Sean’s icy demeanor and smiled. “We will thoroughly investigate the matter to determine

if Alana indeed purchased the designs or if this is a case of slander. We will ensure a fair

competition. If you’re not involved, please return to your rooms.”

Joan had never felt so humiliated since getting involved with Sean. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Abigail glanced at Sean coldly. Seeing her expression, Sean remained silent and looked at Kevin.

Kevin approached Joan, offering his handkerchief to wipe her tears. “You should not have intervened.

The production team would have handled everything. Come with me.” He led Joan

away.

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

damage. She clenched her fists, shooting a meaningful glance at Luna.

Luna quickly approached and held Abigail’s hand, guiding her into their room.

The director instructed everyone to return to their rooms. Still in a state of distress, he approached

Kevin. “What about the runway?”

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

chosen that time slot anticipating potential issues, and his prediction proved accurate.

Once everyone had left, Sean entered Luna’s room. He looked at Luna 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, enough to set anyone on edge.

Luna glanced at Abigail, seeking her support. Abigail remained silent, prompting Luna to consider her

options before meeting Sean’s icy gaze. “Then, I’m quitting the show. Sue me. Sue L.Moon. You can

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get up to your dirty tricks and stop anyone from doing business with us.”

Abigail overheard this. She said, “We need to talk, Sean. Privately.” She walked toward the door.

Sean followed Abigail out without even looking at Luna.

Once the duo went outside, Luna stumbled back and collapsed on the couch, realizing her legs shook

uncontrollably.

After entering her room, Abigail closed the door. Sean wanted to ask why she had concealed her

true identity, but he struggled to find the words, unsure where to begin.

She looked at him and took a deep breath. Eventually, she said, “Luna is not a scam artist, Sean. I

can vouch for that with my name.”

He met her gaze and responded calmly, “I trust you. However, Joan is also a victim here. She’s not the

sharpest person, and it’s understandable that she would sever ties with Alana swiftly to avoid being

implicated in the scandal.”

She frowned, retorting, “You’re still defending her? You know what she’s attempting. Or are you

suggesting you can turn a blind eye to her actions?”

“I’ve defended you too. If I hadn’t helped you when she found out something was wrong with the draft

the first time, you think you could’ve gotten out of the mess?” he countered.

Abigail’s eyes turned icy as she stared at Sean, her lips tightly pursed.

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