Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 223

Chapter 223:

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Before Linsey could answer, Kylee’s bright smile returned. “Of course. Linsey and I are good friends.”

There was a brief pause before Kylee’s expression shifted slightly as she glanced at Coen, her words decisive. “Since Linsey is one of your designers, let’s save us both some time. I’ll choose her.”

Her words stunned not only Linsey but everyone else in the room as well.

“What? She’s just choosing Linsey like that?”

“Didn’t they say the designer would be picked based on the drafts?”

“Shh, keep your voice down.”

The colleagues exchanged confused glances, their eyes wide with surprise, the same disbelief reflected in each of their faces.

Kylee had picked Linsey, just like that.

And to top it off, she claimed to be close to her.

It was such a huge deal. How had they never heard Linsey mention it before?

Anyone else who was connected to a celebrity like Kylee would have been boasting about it nonstop, right?

But Linsey had kept it under wraps all this time.

Linsey paused, momentarily caught off guard before regaining her composure. She hesitated, then said, “You haven’t even seen our designs yet. Choosing me like this doesn’t seem fair…”

Kylee flashed her a smile, stepped closer, and gently took her hand in hers. “Come on, Linsey, didn’t I tell you last time? If you ever need anything from me, just ask.”

Linsey felt a whirlwind of emotions stirring inside her, making her momentarily unsure of herself. She looked at Kylee’s warm, affectionate smile and couldn’t find a single thing to fault about her.

“But…”

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“Alright. No need to say more,” Kylee interrupted, her voice firm but gentle. “What’s unfair about this? I trust your talent. And with our connection, there’s no reason to overthink it.”

She released Linsey’s hand, turned to the room, and gave everyone a warm smile. “Well, I’ve got other things to attend to. I’ll take my leave now.”

As soon as Kylee exited, the office atmosphere shifted dramatically.

Coen walked over, giving Linsey a look that was loaded with meaning.

He spoke slowly, his voice thick with surprise. “Linsey, I always thought of you as a rookie with no real connections. But now, it looks like I was mistaken. You’ve just shown us the tip of the iceberg.” He let out a chuckle, gave Linsey a pat on the shoulder, and added, “Miss Russell just told you to get that design draft done ASAP. Oh, and congratulations—securing her order so effortlessly? That’s bound to make you a rising star.”

Things had escalated quickly, and Linsey didn’t know how to respond. She could only steady herself and return to her desk, determined to focus on the design.

But the way her colleagues looked at her had completely shifted.

Around noon, she went to the break room to grab some water, and as she stepped inside, she overheard a few voices buzzing with discussion.

“Who would’ve thought? Linsey kept that quiet. She even knows the famous Kylee.”

“She should’ve told us earlier. I wasted so much effort on my design for nothing.”

“That explains why Linsey didn’t even flinch when Cynthia mentioned she was connected to Kylee. Linsey had this planned all along.”

“Forget it. I didn’t expect much anyway. But Cynthia—she must be the most embarrassed right now. She was so sure she’d land Kylee’s order, and now… this is a real slap in the face.”

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