Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 342

Chapter 342:

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“Oh my, why is Linsey so stubborn? I almost believed her initially.”

“I suspected her dress was fake. Back in college, she always worked part-time due to financial issues, and now she’s married to that guy. How could she afford an authentic one? Linsey is such a liar.”

Kane then stepped up, attempting to persuade her. “Linsey, you should apologize to Kristy now, or it could get worse for you.”

Others expressed feigned concern.

“Maybe Linsey got scammed. After all, her husband isn’t wealthy.”

“Linsey, if you apologize now, you might still salvage your reputation. Don’t exacerbate the situation.”

Despite the mounting pressure, Linsey stood her ground firmly. She shook her head and responded calmly, “What’s the hurry? Mr. Flores hasn’t arrived yet. I can’t believe a designer of his stature wouldn’t recognize his own creation.”

Witnessing her steadfastness, even Kane felt she was being unreasonable.

He sighed, shaking his head. “Linsey, you’re just too stubborn.”

Other former classmates silently displayed mocking and scornful looks. “Clearly, she’s still utterly clueless.”

Beth and Kristy were delighted, eagerly anticipating Linsey’s potential embarrassment.

Finally, under the watchful gaze of everyone, Arthur entered the room at a steady pace.

He was a bearded man dressed in a white suit.

As soon as he appeared, he was instantly recognized by everyone as the renowned designer, given their background as design graduates.

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Excitement surged through the crowd as many hoped to approach Arthur to make a favorable impression.

This was Arthur, after all! Securing his attention could potentially launch their careers.

While many were eager yet reluctant to approach, Kristy confidently moved forward. She greeted him with a warm smile. “Mr. Flores, it’s been a while. Thank you for traveling all this way. Please, take a seat—I’ll explain everything to you.”

Arthur radiated an icy aloofness. As Kristy approached, trying to bridge the gap between them, he recoiled, stepping back with a visible shudder of disdain. “Wait a second! What’s up with that outfit? Don’t come any closer!” Arthur grimaced, his brows knitting together in discomfort. “I can’t risk getting dirty.”

Kristy’s cheeks turned a fiery red, her embarrassment palpable. It was all Linsey’s doing. If she hadn’t ruined her dress, she wouldn’t have looked bad in front of Arthur. A silent vow formed in her mind; she would ensure Linsey paid dearly for this.

“Mr. Flores, please, it was just an accident because of…” Kristy began, desperate to explain the mishap. But Arthur was quick to interrupt, his tone thick with frustration. “Just get to the point. I’ve got things to do, and I’m only here because your husband once did me a favor.”

His abrupt dismissal hung heavily in the air, making Kristy and her supportive former classmates exchange uneasy glances. It was clear now; Arthur wasn’t acquainted with her. Caught in a tough spot, Kristy needed Arthur’s influence more than ever—not just to face Linsey, but to turn the tables on her. Yet, with his high standing, any misstep with Arthur could cost her dearly.

Beth, already simmering with impatience, couldn’t contain herself any longer. She leapt into the conversation with a burst of indignation. “Mr. Flores, you simply won’t believe it! At our reunion tonight, someone had the audacity to show up in a cheap imitation of your exquisite design. Worse yet, she won’t own up to it, which is a blatant disrespect to your artistry!”

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