Unfortunately, sleep overcame Abigail, so she missed everything Luna said.

When she woke, she realized Luna hadn't parked at the studio but at a new residential area. A confused look crossed her face as she stared at Luna, who was playing on her phone. "Is there a customer?" she asked.

Seeing Abigail awake, Luna jingled her keys. "Yep, I'm bringing you to experience life!"

After exiting the car, Abigail discovered there was no customer. Luna had secretly bought a cozy three-bedroom apartment, large enough for her to live alone.

Concerned, Luna explained, "Living at the studio isn't a long-term solution. You can't sleep well, and it's unsafe. This apartment is close to the studio, and since you're settling your divorce, I worry that [ex-husband's name] will take your property. So, I bought this place in my name for now; it's yours once you regain your freedom."

Abigail, clutching the keys, was speechless.

Luna waved dismissively. "Hey, you earned this. You always refused company bonuses, so consider this repayment. I'm counting on your designs to take us to greater heights!"

After Luna's words, Abigail dropped her modesty and readily accepted the keys.

The next morning, a phone call woke her. She checked her phone to find thirty-three missed calls: thirty-two from Luna and one from Sean. She immediately called Luna. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to remind you to take a break. I worried the designs wouldn't meet the deadline, but some customers claimed the dresses didn't meet their requirements and canceled their orders, forfeiting their deposits. Now, all the finished designs are hanging in the store, and our efforts are wasted."

Abigail frowned. "The dresses don't fit their requirements?"

The studio had operated for years without this happening. They were a small, modestly famous studio; not large enough to attract such a targeted attack.

Her grip tightened, her fingertips turning white. "Hang on. I'm coming right now."

Ending the call, she ordered a ride, rushed to the studio, and replied to Luna's texts en route. Suddenly, an Instagram push notification alerted her to a story update from Joan.

Abigail couldn't remember following Joan or why, but she tapped the notification. Joan's selfie caption read, "'The happiest thing in this world is probably someone turning the world upside down for you over something small.'" The background showed the East Joy Entertainment building; the lower right corner revealed a man's half-shoulder. He wore a high-quality, fashionable suit—the same suit he wore when she met Sean at Kevin's earlier.

It seemed he'd decided to destroy her studio, disregarding her livelihood, simply because he couldn't get Alana's designs. What a jerk! She decisively tapped "Unfollow" and turned off her phone in frustration.

Meanwhile, the studio was chaos. Phones rang incessantly. Abigail overheard assistants discussing order cancellations.

"Did you contact our customers? What did they say?"

Luna, initially wanting to shield Abigail from worry, finally broke down. "They gave silly excuses, saying the designs weren't suitable. An old customer revealed they were paid to do this and asked if we'd offended someone."

Who else but Sean Graham? "How much did we lose?" Abigail asked bluntly.

"These were custom-made dresses. I planned to pay the factory after receiving final customer payments. Now, we'll get neither, losing…2 to 2.8 million…"

2.8 million… He's trying to bankrupt us! Abigail thought, furious and breathless. Just as she was about to speak, her phone rang—Sean.

This cleaned-up version addresses grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure for improved readability. The use of asterisks to censor words was removed as the context made them unnecessary. If you prefer them replaced with a different form of censoring please let me know and I'll revise.