Chapter 52 Someone Got There First
Sean walked Joan out of the room, but Joan noticed the corner of a paper sticking out of the cabinet beside the door. She adjusted her steps and took a glance from an angle and realized it was a draft. She was then reminded of the rumor she heard. They said the investor would be hiding among them, and if they wanted more screen time, they could find a chance to get closer to the investor.
Worried that the designers would go for Sean after they found out who he was, she hurried over once Cameron told her that Sean had arrived. Did someone get here before I did?
She looked at the draft, a hint of darkness flashing in her eyes. She then stopped in her tracks and turned to smile at Sean. “Your room’s decor looks different from ours.”
Sean gave her a sidelong glance, but Joan ignored him and quickly scanned the room. It might be different, but the room was still made up of a bed chamber and a bathroom. It was simple enough that Joan could see everything at once glance. The bed was connected to the ground, so there was no way anyone could hide underneath.
She then noticed that the bathroom door was closed. Sheepishly, she said, “My bathroom isn’t
working. Can I use yours, Sean?”
Most of the time, Sean wouldn’t refuse her requests, especially for trivial things like using the
bathroom.
Sean’s gaze darkened, and he coolly said, “No. You can ask the other models or designers. I need to take a shower and sleep. Just go back to your room.”
“But everyone’s asleep.” Joan put on a look of distress. That was how she always got Sean to relent,
and it always worked.
Abigail was nervous and speechless. She wants to use the bathroom all of a sudden? Why? Did she notice me? Abigail held her drafts tighter, her heart racing. She was wondering how she should explain things if Joan found her.
Then she thought, Hey, wait a minute. We’re not even divorced yet. We’re still married on paper. So, what if I’m in my husband’s room? Joan should be the one panicking.
Sean said, “I’ll tell the crew members to fix your bathroom.”
He was about to make the call, but Joan stopped him. After all, it was just an excuse she made up to check his bathroom, so she quickly said, “It’s alright. I’ll use my assistant’s bathroom.” She gazed at
the paper peeking out of the cabinet and stepped on it as she reluctantly left.
Standing outside, she stared at the door, her face deadpan. Her gaze almost bored a hole through the door. He’s a rich man. I know those b*tches would try to hook up with him, but I never thought they’d make a move that quickly.
If she won’t come out, fine. But once she shows up, my team will ruin her reputation.
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