Chapter 2

Abigail’s voice was crisp and clear, and her eyes were determined, but after

she said those words, Sean’s phone started ringing. He immediately whisked

out his cell phone, checked the caller ID, and frowned in concern before

picking up. “What happened?”

She couldn’t hear what the person on the phone said, but he replied, “I’ll be

right there.” Then, he left the bedroom without even so much as a glance at

Abigail.

A snort escaped her lips, but she said nothing as she decided to forgo sleep

for tonight. Then, she packed her stuff, printed out the divorce agreement,

and swiftly signed her name. Then, she placed them on the coffee table in

the living room along with a few cards and left their marital home.

Luna crossed her long legs as she leaned casually against the hood of the

car and straightened herself. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets in

surprise when she saw Abigail coming with just a tiny piece of luggage. “Are

you serious? That’s all of your belongings?”

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Chapter 2 Shouldn’t You Get a Few Hundred Million?

Abigail deftly placed her luggage into the car trunk and climbed into the

driver’s seat. “All those are unnecessary things. At least, I’m free now,” she

declared, pretending to be relaxed.

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“Did you really divorce him?”

Luna still sounded doubtful, but Abigail shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m done with

love and finally going to live my own life now.”

Luna didn’t question Abigail further. Instead, she turned the steering wheel

and cursed, “Damn it. Sean Graham is so rich. You should at least get a few

hundred million in assets for the divorce!”

Abigail pursed her lips indifferently. “His empire is his asset before marriage,

and I have no interest in coveting that.”

Frankly, Sean was a generous person when it came to money. If their

properties were strictly and legally divided, she would get way more than a

few hundred million, but it was never money that she wanted right from the

beginning.

You Get a Few Hundred

Luna hurriedly changed the topic the moment

divorced him. We have a stack of orders in the

is almost breaking from apologizing to our

have perfect timing. Otherwise,

It’s gotten so bad that people

sole

teamed up with Luna to set up their own fashion studio and

graduated, which was

name and the meaning of Luna’s name, pronounced

‘elle–moon‘,

marketing genius and a design genius,

was at

became a housewife, leaving Luna

up with the designs. She essentially placed

back burner all for the sake of an

succeeded in spending just a few years transforming

2 Shouldn’t You Get a

clothing designer studio using only her dedication

talent.

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only designer and half–owner of L.Moon, Abigail was

Luna and was renowned amongst the upper

it was a fact that she

divorce contract. So, the next thing she had to consider

livelihood.

at the

they had several delayed orders. “Didn’t I pass

you before this? Why do

of this. “You have no idea how

upper–class ladies and celebrities. The designs should

the colors, so

every design. The designs you

orders. I got a little

pinching her fingertips together to

Sun, 24 Sept

2 Shouldn’t You Get a Few

“Only a little more.”

little more?” Abigail

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“Only… sixty–six

voice much weaker than before,

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in deeply at the absolutely outrageous statement

At first, she was contemplating where she should stay,

it, she should just consider staying in the studio.

least two months even if she

a day. Furthermore, she

Dear Lord, she already had a good feeling that

time to rest

the seat and quickly realized that

in the years when

on you for the past

nonchalantly, “Hey, what’s hard work

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You Get a Few

be all for naught without

from now, okay? Forget everything else, just the throng of

industry is better looking than Sean

good–looking, but they’re also talented!” At

but feel indignant. She had

I’ll f*cking make that sc*mbag

and beg you to return to

only genuine smile she

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