The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)

Chapter

24

When the two returned to the venue, they were just in time for the ball.

Not letting Abigail have any time to slack off, Luna brought her into the crowd. When Abigail was modifying Joan's dress, she had almost plucked all of the feathers on her dress, revealing the dark patterns underneath and her look even more mysterious.

She was born with a pretty face, and her figure was heavenly, especially her thin waist that no one could surpass. When she appeared in the hall, she

attracted many gazes.

"Miss, can I invite you to a dance?" A man enthusiastically approached her and politely invited her.

"No-" Just as she was about to reject the man, she noticed the furious gaze Luna was shooting at her and quickly smiled. "Of course."

The man then led her onto the dance floor. Since she wore a halter dress, the man placed the back of his hand against her exposed back, which was already a well-mannered gesture. However, Abigail still felt uncomfortable because, during the three years of her marriage, she did not have much contact with other men besides Sean, let alone dance with any of them. Therefore, she was at a loss to ease the awkwardness between them. Still, the man started a light conversation. "Your dress looks beautiful." "Thank you. It's a design by Alana from L.Moon." She did not forget her mission and smiled. “If your girlfriend is interested, I can make an appointment for you."

"Then, are you willing to become my girlfriend?" The man's eyes were filled with awe and desire, and his hand suddenly moved from her shoulder onto her waist. This time, he was touching her skin with his palm.

Instantly, Abigail could feel the stickiness on the man's palm and push him away. "What are you doing?"

Her scream successfully attracted the attention of the crowd beside them, and many turned to watch them. The man seemed surprised she would have such a huge reaction, and his expression instantly became gloomy. "We were just dancing. Why are you shouting? Didn't your company train you for social dancing?"

At that moment, Abigail knew that the man had mistaken her for an artist from some entertainment company and was trying to take advantage of her. Scoffing, she retorted, "My company has trained me in social dances, but that only applied to humans, not animals."

The man cursed under his breath and reached for Abigail. Before he could touch her, someone grabbed his wrist and chuckled. "Mr. Scott, many are watching. It's inappropriate for you to make things difficult for a woman in public. Don't you think so?"

When Troy Scott saw it was Kevin, his anger instantly diminished as he looked at Abigail inquisitively. "Your woman?"

Hearing that, Kevin could not help but reprimand Troy for being stu pid and almost dragging him down with him. If Sean heard what he had said, he would throw a tantrum. However, Kevin flashed him a courteous smile. "Nonsense. She's a friend."

Troy immediately beamed. "So, you're Mr. Stewart's friend. My apologies. Let's meet again next time."

Then, Kevin made a toasting gesture at Troy before leading Abigail out of the dance floor. "How did you get entangled with him?"

While rubbing her waist with a disdainful expression, she explained, "He

invited me to dance and was being handsy. Who is he?"

Glancing at Troy's figure, he replied with a displeased look, "The second son of

the Scott Family. He's... Anyway, just stay away from him if you see him." Then,

he swept his gaze across Joan's getup. His eyes had no ill intentions but were filled with admiration. "Is this dress your..." He almost made a slip of the tongue. "Your boss' new design?"

Without hesitation, Abigail was not shy with her praise as she replied, "Of course! Don't you think you've won a great deal by signing that contract?" She and Luna were basically L.Moon's walking advertisements at tonight's banquet.

Kevin clicked his tongue. Initially, his impression of 'Alana' was only based on his assistant's compliments, but now that he saw Abigail, the descriptions in his mind began to make sense. Her dress did not fall short of any well-known brands, regardless of workmanship or aesthetics.

The only flaw L.Moon had was that it was too small of a company and had never been to major events. Also, their marketing approach was too private, or else...

He had a feeling that Abigail would become popular someday, a sensation. What if he were the one who helped uncover this gem? With that thought in mind, he beamed. "Abigail, are you interested in making L.Moon an international exclusive couture?"

That was not only Luna's wish but hers as well. However, they established their business from scratch and rolled on their premium quality and excellent reputation to reach the scale they had at this stage. Also, it was all thanks to Luna's endless efforts in promoting their brand. If they could get resources. from Kevin, they would be able to reach a new height with less effort. However, getting resources and partnering were different. A partnership was based on exchanging benefits, while a resource was about exchanging values.

With a raised eyebrow, Abigail's eyes glistened, but she suppressed her emotions and took a sip of water. "I'm just an assistant."

Kevin licked his lips and beamed even brighter. "Then, are you interested in becoming an assistant to an internationally-known exclusive fashion designer?"

While rubbing her hands against her glass, she asked, "What's the matter? Are you trying to poach me?"

He hurriedly denied, "I dare not. Our company is recently preparing for an entertainment show, Top Designer, to educate the audience about the fashion design and modeling industries. I'd like you to help us as we'd love to invite Alana to participate in the show."

Everyone knew East Joy Talent's entertainment shows were the best and most popular. Therefore, if L.Moon could participate, Luna could say goodbye

to working her bum off finding resources and sna tching orders. Moreover,

their studio could make a massive leap through this event!

Just thinking about that made Abigail's heart flutter.