Chapter 117 So You Know How to Cajole
Sean couldn’t help but notice the change in Abigail’s eyes. It triggered the memory of something Kevin had confided in him earlier–that Abigail didn’t like him. The thought knitted his brows in
concern.
The look in her eyes turned into that of apathy. “If she won’t make a public apology online, we’re not designing anything for her, and we’ll destroy the ones we’ve made for her. Trust me.”
“Do you have to go to such lengths? I-”
She cut him off shrilly. “I don’t want to hear any explanations. L.Moon’s success hinges on Alana’s reputation. What Joan’s doing is tantamount to ruining someone’s livelihood. It’s almost like murder in a way, do you get it?”
He asked, “Are you mad because I’m defending her? Is that why you’re going after her?”
She replied coldly, “I couldn’t care less if there were rumors of a scandal involving you and Joan
staying at any hotel.”
Sean took a deep breath, his eyes locked on Abigail. He asked, “Are you willing to say anything just
because she won’t apologize? Is L.Moon that important for you?”
“You think she’s innocent? Fine. Once I uncover the truth, let’s see how you can defend her.” She avoided answering his question, turning her gaze toward the window. She didn’t want to talk to him. anymore, realizing he was just a flaming heap of disappointment.
“Do you still want to resolve this, Abigail?” he asked.
She turned around, her frustration evident as she snapped, “Don’t threaten me. What else can you do besides threatening me? Why does the set have hidden cameras? Why is there a voice recorder? Why can she edit the video and slander Alana?”
Abigail’s eyes blazed with anger as she walked closer to Sean. She enunciated sharply, “You resorted to underhanded tactics just to get Alana on your show. So, you better protect her. She owes you nothing, and you expect her to sit quietly when her reputation is on the line?”
He knew she was mad, and he pulled her into his embrace. “We’re already looking into it. Why are
you so mad?”
She was still livid, so when he hugged her, she froze momentarily and shoved him away. “Let me
go!”
He gently patted her back and, for once, adopted a persuasive tone. “This is the production team’s oversight. I’ve dispatched my team to locate the original video. I’ll prove your innocence.” He could understand why she was so mad. She was Alana, after all. Of course, she was aggrieved after being slandered.
Abigail struggled to break free, but Sean held her close to his chest. “Alright, calm down. You have a
show to attend,” he continued.
“I made a promise to her, so I can’t change her out,” he said calmly. Still, she tried to break free again, and he looked at her. “In exchange for her being your model this time, you can name any
She looked at him and thought, He can do anything just for Joan’s future. Then, she mocked, “Joan means a lot to you, doesn’t she?” She smiled sardonically as she pushed Sean away.
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