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Chapter 111 Voice Recorder
The first show was scheduled for the next day. Abigail took the dress to her room for final checks to
prevent unforeseen circumstances. When she opened her room door, she was startled to find Sean
sitting there.
He had returned to his company two days ago, so she assumed he wouldn’t be back so soon. His
sudden appearance in her room rattled her already tense nerves.
“You seem surprised to see me,” he remarked casually as he put down her notebook.
Abigail used the notebook to doodle patterns for the dress, often finding inspiration at random
moments. She hadn’t expected Sean to go through her notebook, especially when he had previously
shown little interest in her work. “I heard you went back to work. Of course, I’m surprised to see you in
my room,” she replied, quickly coming up with an excuse. She composed herself and held her dress up
a little, then she went into the room and closed the door.
He glanced at the dress in her hands. “Is Luna having you check the dress instead of working on it
herself?”
“She wants me to check the details. She’s exhausted after working on it all day,” she explained.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe then turned his attention to her notebook. “Nice patterns. Did Luna ask you to learn this as
well?”
Abigail hung the dress on a hanger, feeling slightly offended by Sean’s comment. Her mind was
already weary from a long day’s work, and she couldn’t figure out why Sean would ask her that. “Yep.
What do you think? Do I have enough talent to be a designer?”
“Not bad,” he acknowledged. “Many people don’t have talent, but hard work can compensate.”
She grunted and changed the subject. “A stranger pricked me last time. Have you found out who
did it?”
“We did. I’ll handle it,” Sean calmly assured Abigail.
She involuntarily looked at him with a hint of subtle mockery flickering in her eyes. However, he
seemed oblivious to it. She looked away, pretending to be interested in the dress, but her thoughts
were elsewhere. She muttered, He’s going to sweep it under the rug because it’s related to someone
named ‘Palmer.‘ She held the dress, finding the situation amusing and pathetic, and thought, If he
refuses to tell me, I will ask Luna to investigate.
“After you’re done, make sure to get some rest. You’re working harder than any assistant,” he advised
before leaving the room.
The door was closed, and Abigail was still stunned. She had expected Sean to stay longer, but it was
just a brief visit. She entered the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water. When she looked at
her reflection, she frowned. She appeared vacant and worn; even she was repulsed by her
appearance, let alone that man.
After a shower and some adjustments to the dress, she sewed a few patches to perfect the details.
An urgent knock on her door roused her from hier groggy state the following day. It wasn’t even seven
o’clock yet, and she knew the show, if today, wouldn’t start so early.
Approaching the door, Abigail was about to inquire about the visitor’s identity when Luna
whispered, “Open up. It’s me, Luna.”
Abigail quickly opened the door, greeted by a pale Luna, which instantly alarmed her. “What’s wrong?
Did you stay up all night?”
“No, I got some sleep, but I found this in the couch crevices this morning. Someone must have
hidden it while we weren’t looking.” Luna showed the voice recorder and squeezed into Abigail’s
room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAbigail took the recorder and examined it closely. “Did you turn it off, or did it run out of battery?”
“I turned it off. I checked the model, and it saves its file in a cloud system. We need a passcode to
access the files,” Luna whispered.
Abigail’s heart skipped a beat. She swiftly grabbed her phone to scan the voice recorder, and it
directed her to an online shopping page. After inspecting the recorder’s details, Abigail frowned.
“The recorder’s battery can be recharged. It can work all day and last for a week.”
She turned on the recorder, which still had two–thirds of its battery life. “Judging by the
power
usage, Joan must have secretly placed it here when she joined the livestreaming team, specifically
when she sat down and asked you questions.”
Over the past two days, they had discussed their secrets at length, and Joan had likely gained access
to the voice recordings through the cloud storage.
“No wonder she wasn’t concerned when we mentioned altering our clothes. This must be her plan.
She thinks she can win first prize by exposing us,” Luna grabbed her hair, her voice laced with
anger.
“It’s possible,” Abigail responded solemnly.
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