Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 310

Chapter 310:

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The manager didn’t need telling twice; he nodded vigorously and scurried off, relief palpable in his hurried steps.

Turning his cold gaze away from the retreating figure, Danny faced Linsey again. “Are you happy with how this was handled, Ms. Brooks? Let me know if you need anything else.”

“No, that’s all,” Linsey replied, her voice steadier as she exhaled deeply, trying to calm the storm within.

Danny’s smile barely touched the corners of his lips, and it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. “If you would kindly follow me, Mr. Green has been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

There was an unsettling formality in his tone that sent a wave of unease washing over Linsey.

She couldn’t help but feel that she had inadvertently wandered into a nest of vipers. The meticulousness with which his assistant orchestrated every move did not bode well for the nature of Gorman himself.

What had initially appeared to be a straightforward business proposition was quickly morphing into something far more sinister. If they were ruthless enough to break a man’s leg over a trivial insult, what lengths would they go to if Gorman’s temper flared against her?

A shiver of apprehension trailed down her spine. Subconsciously, her grip on the pepper spray concealed in her pocket tightened.

Could she make a swift exit if the situation turned perilous?

Her mind teemed with potential escape routes, yet she maintained a composed facade.

With a practiced air of nonchalance, Linsey slipped her phone from her purse, thumbing through to find Collin’s contact. Her finger hovered over the call button, primed to summon help at the first hint of danger.

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Eventually, Danny paused at the entrance to a private room. With a gesture that suggested she was to enter alone, he stepped aside and said, “Ms. Brooks, please, after you.”

His retreat from the doorway underscored the isolation of the meeting ahead.

Linsey took a deep breath, steadying her nerves as she pushed open the door and stepped into the room. The space was vast and eerily silent, completely empty of any other presence. She paused momentarily, puzzled, before venturing further inside. Behind her, the door clicked shut with a quiet finality.

As she scanned the room, her gaze landed on a painting hanging on the wall. At first glance, it struck a chord of familiarity. Then it dawned on her—it was her own creation! She had painted it years ago while visiting a quaint fishing village overseas. She clearly remembered donating the painting to a local elementary school for educational use. How did it end up here?

As she stared at the familiar artwork, waves of past memories engulfed her. Suddenly, a deep voice interrupted her reverie from behind.

“Do you remember now, Linsey?”

Startled, she whirled around to see a man standing there—Gorman. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his hair styled to perfection. Linsey blinked.

“Who are you?” There was something vaguely familiar about him, yet she couldn’t quite place it.

A gentle smile played on Gorman’s lips. “I’m Gorman Green. Many years ago, in that little fishing village, you saved me when I was hurt. You cared for me for weeks.”

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