Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 108

Chapter 108:

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At that, Anthea paused in her stride and turned around, eyebrows lifted. “What was your name again?”

Caught slightly off guard, Linsey replied, “Linsey. My name is Linsey Riley.”

Anthea, her interest piqued, turned completely around. A hint of amusement flickered in her eyes as she posed her question. “You seem like a fine young woman. Are you partnered or married?”

Linsey was taken aback by the abrupt shift to personal territory, but she responded truthfully, “Yes, I’m married.”

“You must be married to someone well-known in town, right? Someone prominent? What’s his name? Perhaps I’ve heard of him,” Anthea said, her laughter light and teasing.

Linsey blinked, slightly thrown by the question. “My husband is quite the ordinary fellow. His surname is Riley. His first name, well…”

“What, you’re hesitant to share your husband’s name? Do you think he is an embarrassment?” Anthea inquired.

The question was clearly too sharp, and Linsey’s slight frown revealed her discomfort.

She answered with calm resolve, “Mrs. Blakely, I don’t see it in the same light. However, my husband’s identity is a private matter and has no bearing on my professional life. I prefer to keep that information to myself.”

Anthea observed Linsey’s firm expression, and her smile softened.

“Don’t fret. I was merely curious. As I grow older, I find myself increasingly fascinated by the romantic endeavors of the younger generation.”

Linsey was taken aback, not expecting such an open acknowledgment from Anthea.

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“It’s completely fine, Mrs. Blakely,” Linsey replied with a courteous smile.

Anthea then nodded to the butler and said warmly, “Let the young designer come in.”

She turned and walked back into the house.

Linsey’s eyes sparkled with surprise at Anthea’s swift change of heart. She followed the butler inside and took her place on the living room sofa.

“What would you like to drink?” Anthea asked, her gaze carefully studying Linsey.

“Just water, thank you, Mrs. Blakely,” Linsey answered, her tone polite.

Soon after, a servant brought in a glass of water and set it before Linsey on the coffee table.

After a moment of silence, Anthea ventured another question. “Do you know why I’ve been somewhat hesitant to collaborate with designers from your firm?”

Caught off guard, Linsey shook her head, indicating no.

Anthea explained calmly, “The designers previously sent by your company would begin with precise questions about my design preferences. However, it wouldn’t be long before they shifted the conversation toward your company’s founder. I’m well aware that many in your company know about my stake in CR Corporation and that I’ve encountered your enigmatic founder.”

She added, “It seemed that all the designers, both men and women, were keen on extracting information about him from me. Eventually, I grew weary of it and decided I didn’t want to engage with any more designers from CR Corporation.”

With a gentle smile directed at Linsey, Anthea concluded, “But after our conversation today, I can tell you’re different. That’s why I’ve decided to give you a chance.”

A wave of relief swept through Linsey, relaxing the tension she had felt building.

So that was the crux of the matter.

“Mrs. Blakely, please be assured that I’m here solely to discuss your design requirements. I have no other motives,” Linsey stated earnestly.

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