Chapter 117

Chapter 117 So You Know How to Cajole

Sean couldn’t help but notice

the change in Abigail’s eyes. It triggered the memory of something Kevin had confided in him earlier–

that Abigail didn’t like him. The thought knitted his brows in

concern.

The look in her eyes turned into that of apathy. “If she won’t make a public apology online, we’re not de

signing anything for her, and we’ll destroy the ones we’ve made for her. Trust me.”

“Do you have to go to such lengths? I-”

She cut him off shrilly. “I don’t want to hear any explanations. L.Moon’s success hinges on Alana’s repu

tation. What Joan’s doing is tantamount to ruining someone’s livelihood. It’s almost like murder in

a way, do you get it?”

He asked, “Are you mad because I’m defending her? Is that why you’re going after her?”

She replied coldly, “I couldn’t care less if there were rumors of a scandal involving you and Joan

staying at any hotel.”

Sean took a deep breath, his eyes locked on Abigail. He asked, “Are you willing to say anything just

because she won’t apologize? Is L.Moon that important for you?”

“You think she’s innocent? Fine. Once I uncover the truth, let’s see how you can defend her.” She avoid

ed answering his question, turning her gaze toward the window. She didn’t want to talk to him. anymore

, realizing he was just a flaming heap of disappointment.

“Do you still want to resolve this, Abigail?” he asked.

She turned around, her frustration evident as she snapped, “Don’t threaten me. What else can you do b

esides threatening me? Why does the set have hidden cameras? Why is there a voice

recorder? Why can she edit the video and slander Alana?”

Abigail’s eyes blazed with anger as she walked closer to Sean. She enunciated sharply, “You resorted t

o underhanded tactics just to get Alana on your show. So, you better protect her. She owes you nothing

, and you expect her to sit quietly when her reputation is on the line?”

He knew she was mad, and he pulled her into his embrace. “We’re already looking into it. Why are

you so mad?”

She was still livid, so when he hugged her, she froze momentarily and shoved him away. “Let me

go!”

He gently patted her back and, for once, adopted a persuasive tone. “This is the production team’s over

sight. I’ve dispatched my team to locate the original video. I’ll prove your innocence.” He could understa

nd why she was so mad. She was Alana, after all. Of course, she was aggrieved after being slandered.

Abigail struggled to break free, but Sean held her close to his chest. “Alright, calm down. You have a

show to attend,” he continued.

She felt her throat tighten. She clutched his clothing and exhaled. “I don’t care. Joan

can’t be our model. We’re replacing her with Nina.”

“I made a promise to her, so I can’t change her out,” he said calmly. Still, she tried to break free again,

and he looked at her. “In exchange for her being your model this time, you can name any

request.

“Fine. Then make an apology video and post it online,” she said, reining in her anger. “For both her slan

der attempts at Alana.”

Sean looked into Abigail’s eyes and nodded. “Fine. I’ll talk to her.”

“And I want fairness this time. Anyone involved in the smear campaign must be removed from the

show,” she insisted.

“Of course,” he agreed.

She looked at him and thought, He can do anything just for Joan’s future. Then, she mocked, “Joan me

ans a lot to you, doesn’t she?” She smiled sardonically as she pushed Sean away.

“Why are you bringing that up again?” He frowned.

Abigail shoved him away and sneered. “Still playing dumb, I see. Forget it. Focus on your job. We have

nothing more to discuss.”

Sean was about to respond when a knock interrupted him. He frowned but opened the door nonetheles

s. It was Kevin, and Sean impatiently asked, “What do you want?”

“Still arguing, I see?” Kevin appeared curious, having heard the heated exchange from outside. He was

worried they might split up.

Sean responded coldly, “Just get to the point.”

Abigail approached from behind and pushed Sean out of the room, slamming the door shut. Kevin

stood there in shock, staring at the closed door. He turned to Sean, who was frowning with pursed

l*ps. Kevin asked. “Is she angry?”

“Yes, she is. I failed to cajole her,” Sean admitted, thinking she might be jealous.

Kevin mumbled, “Maybe Joan shouldn’t have led that crusade this morning. This has nothing to do

with the models or designers. Can’t believe they were trying to call the shots on our behalf.”

Sean looked at him coolly and returned to his room, with Kevin quickly following.

“The internet is suspecting Alana. If Abigail finds evidence of their innocence, this won’t be easy to

resolve. After all, Luna did impersonate Alana. How can we spin this narrative?”