The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Complaining
Abigail instinctively glanced at Victor, feeling that he might be making a big deal out of nothing. So, she withdrew her arm calmly and said politely, “Thank you, but the floor isn’t slippery.”
With a resigned expression, Victor could only take the fruit basket from her hand. “This basket is dripping water, and the floor is marble. Considering your leg injury, these factors combined could lead to problems. Go get the pattern, and I’ll carry it for you.”
She agreed with a simple hum and did not push further. Unbeknownst to her, Sean narrowed his eyes as he watched them leave one after the other. His face was dark and brooding, as if a storm
were brewing beneath the surface.
Victor placed the fruits on an iron chair in the pavilion and moved aside. Seeing Abigail slowly approaching, Joan stood up with a smile and handed her an orange. “Peel this for me, and then we
can get to work.”
Abigail had no intention of helping her, but Victor took the initiative, grabbed the orange, and started peeling it. At that moment, Joan looked at him meaningfully, and halfway through the
peeling process, she suddenly spoke, “Victor, are you helping Miss Quinn because you want to gain
some clout from her?”
He handed her the half-peeled orange and replied, “I just can’t stand seeing you bully her. She’s just
an assistant, and everything is under her boss’ orders. Is it really fun to bully her this way?”
“Does it concern you whether it’s fun or not? If you want to create a fauxmance with her, you gotta
consider whether she’s interested in you. She’s been eyeing Sean from the very beginning. You think you can compare to him?” Joan sneered, her eyes filled with sarcasm.
Abigail had already prepared herself for things not going smoothly, but she did not anticipate Victor getting involved. At her provocations, he blushed slightly but did not back down. “I want to
create a fauxmance? I wonder who used Mr. Graham’s reputation as the hotel owner for publicity. Unfortunately, he only has eyes for Miss Quinn and hasn’t even appeared in the same frame as
you.”
This remark struck a nerve with Joan, who was so angry that she wanted to throw the orange he
held right into Abigail’s face.
Instantly, Abigail felt that Victor had caused trouble, so she stepped forward and whispered to him, “You don’t need to argue with her, and besides, she’s Miss Smith’s model. How she treats me has nothing to do with you.”
She said this in a way that made it clear that he was an outsider. When she looked at him, there was
a hint of hurt in his eyes, yet she avoided his gaze, pretending not to understand his expression.
Of course, Joan was not going to let Victor off easily, for she knew why Abigail had suddenly
stopped him. At once, she took out her phone and called Sean. With a raised chin, she looked at the
two, threatening, “I’ll have Sean come and settle this.” Her words were barely out when the call was
connected.
With a delighted expression, she coquettishly called his name on the phone. “Hey, Sean. Miss
Quinn and a male model are ganging up on me, acting like a couple, and targeting me everywhere.
Can
you come over for a moment?”
Whatever Sean said on the other end seemed to please her even more. The other designers and
models were eagerly waiting to see what would happen next. Meanwhile, Victor watched as Abigail pressed her lips together, not saying anything. Then, he asked her anxiously, “Did I cause you
trouble?”
She glanced at him but did not say much. Theoretically speaking, Victor, being familiar with this
industry, should not have been so naive. Yet, he had openly offended Joan just to stand up for her.
I’m just an assistant. What’s in it for him?
Before long, Sean arrived with Cameron. In reality, he had been nearby all along.
Upon seeing him, Joan walked over with red eyes, pouting as she said, “Sean, he said our
relationship is a publicity stunt. Miss Quinn also sided with him to bully me because she wanted to
create a fauxmance with him. I’m Luna’s model. How can her assistant defend other models?”
At her words, Sean glared at Victor, who felt like he was freezing all over, unable to move or even
maintain eye contact.
As Abigail looked at Sean, she calmly said, “Miss Palmer, I asked you to confirm the measurements
for the pattern, but you wanted me to fetch water, wash fruits, and move chairs. Who’s the real bully here?”
Sean then questioned her, “And what about him? What did he say?”