Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 340

Chapter 340:

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“Ahhh!” Her gaze locked onto Linsey with fiery indignation, her voice escalating into a shrill, hysterical scream. “Linsey! Are you out of your mind?”

Her beloved dress, that exquisite, one-of-a-kind creation worth a small fortune, was utterly ruined!

Kristy stood rooted to the spot, her shock paralyzing every muscle in her body. Even Beth, usually unflappable, was taken aback. She had never imagined Linsey capable of such audacity.

“She’s completely lost her mind,” Beth remarked, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief.

The dress Kristy wore wasn’t just any dress—it was a globally coveted, limited-edition masterpiece, valued at a fortune.

At that tense moment, Linsey set down her empty wine glass on a nearby table with a sharp, resounding clink. Her face was a mask of icy composure as she locked eyes with the now-seething Kristy.

Kristy let out a piercing shriek. “You’ve completely ruined my dress! Do you have any idea of its value? It’s a unique, luxury piece! You’re definitely going to pay for this!”

Despite her outward calm, Linsey’s heart was thundering against her chest. Her actions had been impulsive, a reckless surrender to her rising temper…

Yet, she stood her ground; she didn’t think she did anything wrong. Kristy had been the instigator, after all.

With a deep, steadying breath, Linsey replied in a chilling, measured tone, “You insulted my husband and stirred up trouble. Why wouldn’t I stand up for myself? And your accusations about my dress being a counterfeit—can you prove them?” Her challenge hung between them, stark and defiant.

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“Kristy, throwing around baseless accusations without a shred of proof just makes you a gossiping liar,” Linsey declared with a wry smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Who knows? Perhaps the dress I’m wearing is the genuine piece from Mr. Flores’ collection, while yours might just be the imitation.” With a smug grin, she gave a casual wave toward Kristy’s dress, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Look, it seems your dress is coming apart at the seams.”

Flushed with indignation, Kristy’s face bloomed a deep crimson, her breathing quick and uneven. She fixed Linsey with a glare that could melt steel, her whole body trembling with suppressed fury. “Linsey!”

Linsey’s own smile faltered, a spark of anger flickering across her features. “You’re quite the persistent one, aren’t you? My husband gifted me this dress, and yet you dare to challenge its authenticity?”

Kristy clamped her teeth tightly, her voice booming through the room. “Fine, just you wait! I’ll have my husband call Mr. Flores this instant. Not only will you owe me a hefty compensation, but you’ll also be ripping off that fake dress and crawling around the hotel, pleading for my mercy!”

Linsey’s patience wore thin as she observed Kristy’s overblown pride. She found it hard to believe that the esteemed designer Arthur would ever allow such a subpar creation. She scrutinized the fabric and patterns of the dress draped elegantly around Kristy’s figure, puzzled. The style hardly resembled anything Arthur would design. Additionally, it was inconceivable that Collin would present her with a fake.

“Go ahead, call him,” Linsey dared, her tone icy.

Unperturbed by the challenge, Linsey folded her arms and leaned against the wall, embodying a picture of serene confidence. Her composed stance irked Kristy, who responded with a venomous glare, hastily dialing her husband to secure Arthur’s number.

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