Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 245

Chapter 245:

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With Kylee’s red carpet event approaching, she couldn’t help but hope for a chance to see the dress in action. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through Linsey.

As the night stretched on, her colleagues began leaving one by one.

“Linsey, it’s getting late. You should head home,” a colleague called from the doorway.

Linsey nodded. Then, she carefully draped a protective cloth over the mannequin before locking it inside the glass cabinet.

The company provided secure storage for valuable designs, and she made sure the lock was fastened properly.

An hour after Linsey left, a shadowy figure slipped into the studio.

It was Cynthia. She had been keeping a low profile for some time—not because she had changed her ways, but because she was waiting for the perfect moment to act on Kylee’s plan.

That moment had finally arrived. The very night Linsey completed the dress, Cynthia decided to make her move.

She navigated the dimly lit studio with ease and headed straight for the glass cabinet. With a spare key she had stolen from Coen, she quietly unlocked it.

As the door clicked open, her breath hitched.

“How is this possible?” she whispered, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Linsey had created a masterpiece all by herself…”

Cynthia clenched her fists, her eyes burning with jealousy.

The thought of Linsey gaining recognition for this dress made her stomach twist with rage.

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No. She couldn’t let that happen.

Cynthia’s gaze darkened as an idea took shape. A slow, triumphant laugh escaped her lips.

“Linsey, it doesn’t matter how good your design is. You’re going to fail soon enough.” A smirk curled at the corners of her mouth.

While waiting for a ride outside the company building, Linsey shivered as a sudden sneeze escaped her.

The cold night air bit at her skin as she hurriedly opened her ride-hailing app.

“It’s too late. I can’t find a ride,” she muttered, frustration creeping in.

Collin had told her before that if she ever got stuck like this, she could call him, and he would come pick her up. But she didn’t want to bother him.

As she stood there hesitating, a car pulled up in front of her.

The window rolled down, and Linsey’s breath caught. A familiar face stared back at her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, startled.

The person in the car was none other than Dustin.

Upon seeing Linsey, he raised an eyebrow in surprise and glanced at the company building behind her. “What are you doing here so late?”

Linsey, not giving it much thought, replied, “I just got off work.”

When he heard this, Dustin’s surprise deepened. “You work at CR Corporation? In what role?”

He joked, “With your looks, you could be a receptionist.”

But how could he not know about this? He frequented CR Corporation so regularly, it seemed unlikely he hadn’t noticed Linsey.

Fighting the urge to roll her eyes at him, Linsey said, “I’m a designer in the Fashion Design Department.”

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