Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 35

Chapter 35:

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Breaking the uneasy stillness, one colleague, who clearly wasn’t picking up on the tension, took a casual sip of his coffee and grinned. “Honestly, the coffee from this new café is amazing.”

The others exchanged looks, rolling their eyes at his attempt to lighten the mood.

Another colleague began, his voice lower now, “Even though Coen said we could have Linsey run errands for us in the future, we should probably be careful not to push her too far.”

“Agreed,” came the unanimous response, their earlier unease now laced with a newfound caution. “Alright, back to work, everyone.”

“Call the cleaner to mop the floor,” someone muttered, as if trying to move past the incident.

From that moment on, the Fashion Design Department had a new reputation for Linsey—one that was well known: her temper was not to be trifled with.

Later, Cynthia returned after changing clothes. As soon as she saw Linsey, her eyes widened in shock.

But this time, something was different. There were no harsh words or glaring looks. Cynthia didn’t even acknowledge Linsey, as if she hadn’t seen her at all. She simply walked past, deliberately avoiding any interaction.

In fact, Cynthia immediately took it upon herself to move her desk from next to Linsey’s to a different spot in the office, clearly signaling she wanted no further contact.

The shift didn’t go unnoticed. Despite Coen’s earlier arrangements, no one dared ask Linsey to do any menial tasks.

The unease among the colleagues was palpable, and they made sure to tread carefully around her.

After a quick lunch break, Coen called Linsey into his office.

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“Linsey, we have an important client arriving soon, and I need to personally handle them. Take these documents to the main conference room on the seventeenth floor.”

He quickly tossed a stack of papers into her arms before grabbing his coat, visibly rushed.

Linsey nodded and made her way to the elevator, the documents in hand.

CR Corporation’s high-rise building was a labyrinth of offices and departments, each floor serving a distinct purpose. It also featured numerous recreational areas for breaks, along with meeting rooms, reception spaces, and more.

Although the building was well-organized with clear signage, Linsey found herself momentarily disoriented when she stepped off the elevator on the seventeenth floor. The unfamiliar layout had her second-guessing her path for a brief moment.

“Damn it! If I mess this up and delay the meeting, it’ll be a disaster,” Linsey murmured with a frown. Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a conference room door swing open nearby, and a group of people filed out.

Instinctively, she made her way toward them, planning to ask for directions to the main conference room.

But then something stopped her. As she glanced into the room, her gaze locked onto a familiar face. Was that… Collin?

Linsey stood frozen in place, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Why wasn’t Collin in a wheelchair?

The man who looked exactly like him stood with a relaxed posture, leaning slightly as he gave instructions to the people around him. The group listened attentively, their expressions serious and their demeanor respectful.

From her vantage point, Linsey could only make out a partial view of his face—not enough to see clearly.

Without thinking, she took a few hesitant steps forward.

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