Luna hadn't contacted her family since moving out. Except for this urgent situation and the difficulty in finding someone reliable, she wouldn't have asked Zachariah for help. What she hadn't expected was him standing her up after she'd finally reached out.

So, a very annoyed Luna sent Zachariah a scathing voice message—a thorough chewing-out, but completely clean—and promptly blocked him.

Abigail stared wide-eyed as Luna yelled at her phone. Once finished, Luna nonchalantly shook her short blue hair. "Don't feel sorry for me. I was adopted, and our relationship isn't great. If it weren't so urgent, and I didn't truly need help, I wouldn't have bothered contacting him."

Abigail watched Luna complain, relieved to see only frustration in her eyes.

Luna abruptly changed the subject. "By the way, I picked out some gowns for you this morning. Try them on later."

"I didn't see the point of fussing over the East Joy Talent gala; I only got invited on a whim. However, that's changed now that we're collaborating. A lot is at stake; we can't embarrass ourselves. Many celebrities and socialites will be there—good publicity," Luna analyzed seriously.

Abigail considered this and nodded. "Okay, but there aren't many samples left at home. The styles you picked might be from last year's autumn collection. Should I make new ones? Wearing old designs wouldn't be appropriate, especially in the fashion industry, right?"

Luna's eyes lit up. "Oh my God! Really?! I haven't worn your designs in ages!"

Abigail's designs were in high demand, so Luna never wore them; she always sold them for a profit.

The moment they discussed fashion, a confident gleam appeared in Abigail's eyes. She seemed transformed as she reassured Luna, "Don't worry. I'll make you shine above all others!"

Luna let out an evil giggle. Oh, no! It will be Abigail who shines above all others!

Kevin, wearing oversized black sunglasses, strode into Sean's office at Graham International, carelessly throwing himself into the chair before Sean's desk. He knocked on the desk. "Sean, do you have your wife's handwriting?"

Sean knew Kevin well: he didn't care about appearances when choosing romantic partners but judged them by their handwriting. Recalling the intimate scene he'd witnessed between them, Sean felt even more uncomfortable. They'd only met once. Since when were they so close?

Increasingly annoyed, he frowned. "Are you blind? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Kevin raised his hands. "Okay, okay. You do your thing." He stood and unabashedly began rummaging through Sean's desk.

Though Sean said nothing, his eyes turned as cold as a thousand-year-old iceberg, with a fleeting glint of fire.

Kevin shuddered, sensing the hostility, and stopped. "Just her signature? Can I see that?"

Sean reached under the desk, pulled out a stack of papers, and tossed them onto the table. "Is this what you're looking for?"

Kevin leaned in, saw "Divorce Agreement" in large letters, and mumbled, "Uh I don't want to meddle; I just need to confirm something," flipping through the papers until he found Abigail's signature. His eyes grew serious.

It was as he suspected.

Excitedly, Kevin took a picture of the signature with his phone, ignoring Sean's darkening face.

Abigail was indeed Alana. How interesting.

Kevin inhaled deeply, giving Sean a meaningful look. I wonder if Sean knows.

"Sean, do you know what Ms. Abigail is doing in L. Moon?" Kevin asked, stroking his chin.

A cold, sharp voice replied waspishly, "Shouldn't you know better than me?"

Ha! He doesn't know. This is getting really interesting.

Gazing at the "widowed" Sean, radiating a cold aura, Kevin smiled, showing his pearly whites. "Ms. Abigail told me today that Alana's husband's mourning period has passed."

Sean was perplexed. "What does that have to do with me?"

Kevin was silent for a moment, then hummed, "I believe you were forced to marry Abigail."

Such a big surprise had been beside Sean for years, unnoticed. Kevin anticipated Sean's reaction to learning Abigail was the elusive Alana he'd been searching for.

Alas, Sean was focused on something else. "What's it to you? Are you interested in her?"

Kevin thought he was joking. "Why do you care? You're divorced."

This cleaned version corrects grammatical errors, improves sentence structure, and removes inconsistencies. The asterisks (*) around potentially censored words have been removed, as the context makes them clear. The time stamps and chapter headers are removed as they are repetitive and not essential to the narrative flow.