Chapter 81 Manage Yourself
Cameron’s words served as a warning to everyone in the production team as it urged them not to
in underhanded activities. Silence fell upon the group once he left. engage any
Abigail still had her cold demeanor as she held up a piece of clothing and asked Joan, “Is this the
correct measurements?”
Joan gazed at Abigail stoically, her eyes revealing an unknown emotion. “You really aren’t affected,
huh?”
She noticed that Abigail was not frightened of Sean. While everyone else felt like they were walking on eggshells around him, Abigail couldn’t be bothered to put on a pleasant expression.
Abigail looked at her indifferently. “I didn’t lie, so why should it affect me?”-
Nina, who felt offended by what Abigail did, huffed and left, but she intentionally walked into
Abigail while on her way out.
Abigail sta ggered backward by two steps from the impact, and a sharp pain shot through her injured ankle, causing her to furrow her brows subconsciously.
No one, including Abigail, had noticed this brief incident.
Victor’s designer, Damian Light, sneered. “You’ve offended Mr. Graham yourself. Don’t even think of pushing me under the bus!”
Ignoring the pain in her ankle, Abigail glanced at Victor. At the sight of his worried face, she
couldn’t help but be concerned.
Joan behaved more restrained thereafter, and Abigail successfully completed the measurements.
When she was about to leave, Abigail looked at Victor, who seemed lost in thought, again. “You
don’t need to stand up for a lowly a*sistant like me.”
Victor whispered, “It’s necessary. We’re here to participate in the program, not to endure being mistreated. Besides, you are representing Alana.”
She was briefly taken aback. If it hadn’t been for Sean protecting Joan, she indeed wouldn’t have had to endure this kind of treatment. Nevertheless, as she was leaving, she added, “This is just how it is in any workplace. If Mr. Graham expels you from the production team, you’ll regret it”
Joan sarcastically waved her fan. “You two are sympathizing with each other now, huh? It’s a shame you’re not on the same team. Otherwise, it’d have been such a spectacle.”
Abigail ignored her and left.
In Luna’s room, Abigail placed the clothing pattern on the table and examined her ankle. Yesterday, Sean had already helped her with it, which was why she had no trouble walking today. However, after Nina walked into her, it caused the pain to increase.
A concerned Luna approached Abigail. “What happened to your leg?”
“Someone knocked into it forcefully. It hurts a bit, but it’s not a big deal. Let’s get to work,” Abigail
replied nonchalantly.
Luna held her shoulder. “Who did it? Do they think that we’re easy targets? I’ll give them a piece of
my mind!”
“There’s no need to do so. I need to start the work on the clothing. You’ll have to stay by my side so
that you can explain when the production team asks for details,” Abigail said, entirely focused.
Luna was frustrated. “But you are Alana…”
“Why does that matter?” Abigail replied calmly. Even though she was Alana, she wasn’t considered a significant person in Sean’s eyes. If Joan wanted to cause trouble, she would still do it.
Luna leaned closer. “Tell me, who was it?”
Abigail pretended not to hear the question and changed the topic. “Speaking of which, I’m going to observe the roses in the moonlight tonight.”
“The embroidery on your dress? Joan doesn’t deserve your dedication.” Luna rolled her eyes and didn’t press further on who bumped into Abigail.
Abigail placed the clothing pattern on the cutting table and said calmly, “I’ve always been dedicated to the design, not the people wearing them.”
Later that night, after she took a shower, she went downstairs to the garden to take photos.
“What are you doing?”
As she was taking pictures of the roses with her camera, Sean’s voice suddenly sounded from
behind her.
Abigail was startled and turned to see Sean under the dim lights. “I’m collecting material for Miss Smith.” She was surprised to run into him here.
He raised an eyebrow. “You seem quite invested in her designs.”
She kept her camera away as she asked, “Are you still inspecting work so late?”
Abigail had finished taking photos and planned to leave, but she couldn’t just walk away with Sean
here.
She wasn’t sure if she understood Sean’s implication in his words.
“Other than you, who else would be working at this hour?” Sean approached Abigail. “It seems like
you’re quite protective of Victor.”
Abigail’s gaze turned cold. “Victor only made one comment, and you were so eager to protect Joan
that you wanted him kicked out from the production team. That’s unreasonable.”
“Are you defending him?” Sean’s l*ps curled with a hint of coldness.