Chapter 66: Unaware of Being the Homewrecker

How could Abigail have done such a thing? It seemed Sean hadn't asked her to kiss him, but rather to confess her feelings. How could this have happened?

She lowered her head and ran her fingers through her hair. From now on, she decided, she would hide whenever she saw him, keeping her distance until he forgot yesterday's events.

After the host's announcement, Abigail excused herself, claiming she needed some fresh air. She left the hotel, leaving Luna behind. The cool breeze calmed her racing heart and lowered her body temperature. She slapped her face to regain her composure before returning.

She convinced herself yesterday meant nothing. Perhaps she could claim she was drunk. After all, she would divorce Sean and wouldn't entertain foolish thoughts.

Exiting the elevator, she unexpectedly saw him waiting outside her room. He stood by the door, seemingly waiting specifically for her.

Abigail quickly stepped back, her breathing quickening. Why was he looking for her? She didn't understand and didn't want to see him. She turned and headed for the elevator.

Sean sensed someone watching him from the hallway. He turned, but only saw a fluttering coat.

Meanwhile, Abigail entered the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, she saw his reflection in the polished floor tiles. Before she could panic, the doors closed. She pressed a random floor button. Exiting the elevator, she walked quickly, biting her lip as her cheeks flushed.

She heard Joan's voice. "Miss Quinn, what a coincidence!"

Abigail's chaotic thoughts ceased. She looked at Joan, maintaining her professional demeanor. "Miss Palmer, what a surprise," she said calmly.

Joan approached. Before Abigail could react, Joan slapped her.

Abigail grabbed Joan's wrist, her expression turning icy. "Miss Palmer, why resort to violence? We can talk this out."

There were no cameras. Joan dropped the pretense, struggling to break free. "What's there to say to a homewrecker like you?" she scolded angrily.

Abigail laughed. "Who are you referring to?"

Provoked, Joan reached for Abigail's hair. Abigail dodged the attack and pushed Joan away.

Joan hit the wall, wincing. "Don't think you can bully me just because you've slept with Sean! If I report you to him, you and Alana will be fired!"

"If there's no evidence on the design drafts, you should publicly apologize to Alana. Do you have your apology ready?" Abigail asked calmly.

Joan hesitated, taken aback by Abigail's condescending look. She's just an assistant How dare she? she thought.

"Little homewrecker, you're shameless! You knew about my relationship with Sean, pretended to be drunk, and hired internet trolls to promote your relationship. You're disgusting!" Joan refused to apologize; she wanted to attack Abigail.

Abigail approached, her gaze contemptuous. "Who's the real homewrecker? You can deceive the public, but don't deceive yourself."

Joan stared, her throat bobbing. "What are you talking about?"

"Miss Palmer, it's unwise to provoke Alana. Consider it an honor to wear her designs. If you keep spreading rumors, consider how you'll apologize later. Watch your words and actions; Alana might sue."

"What did you mean by that?" Joan demanded angrily. She'd never considered Abigail important. But this overlooked nobody had spent five minutes alone with Sean yesterday.

Abigail stepped forward, her gaze filled with contempt. "Sean is married. Aren't you worried the public will see you as the homewrecker if you continue publicizing your relationship with him online?"

Joan pushed Abigail away. "What nonsense!" she shouted.

"I'm giving you a heads-up. You're in the entertainment industry now. Rumors with a married man can ruin your career. Think about it." Abigail walked away.