Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 379

Chapter 379:

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Just as Dustin was about to step forward, Collin’s voice rang out behind him. “Dustin, didn’t you say you had something urgent to discuss? What’s got your attention now?”

Dustin spun around and spotted Collin standing at the far end of the elevator corridor. Unlike usual, Collin wasn’t in his wheelchair today. He had dressed for mobility, exuding an air of authority and composure. To someone unfamiliar with him, he wouldn’t seem like the same man typically confined to a wheelchair.

The sight of Collin instantly pulled Dustin back to reality—reminding him why he was here in the first place. Dustin quickly dismissed the faint noise he had heard and strode toward Collin.

“You’re here at last. Let’s get to the meeting room upstairs,” Dustin said.

Without another word, the two men walked off together.

The moment their footsteps faded, the tension in Linsey’s body unraveled. She exhaled slowly, her shoulders finally relaxing. But as her nerves settled, a lingering thought nagged at her. Something felt off. That voice—Collin’s voice—she was sure of it. But she hadn’t heard the familiar sound of his wheelchair.

After spending so much time with Collin, Linsey knew the distinct sound of his wheelchair.

If it had really been him, there was no way he would have gone out without it. Frowning, she hesitated before instinctively leaning forward to peek down the hall.

Just then, Gorman’s voice broke the silence, laced with amusement. “Linsey, don’t you think we look like we’re sneaking around having an affair?” His teasing shattered her train of thought.

She spun around, shooting him a sharp glare. “If you don’t quit your nonsense and stop harassing me, don’t blame me for not being so polite next time.”

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Gorman feigned innocence, his lips curling into a playful smirk. “Linsey, let’s not twist the story. You were the one who threw yourself at me first. Are you really going to deny it?”

Linsey stiffened as the memory of her bumping into him flashed through her mind. She couldn’t refute him, but the sheer smugness in his tone made her blood boil.

If Gorman hadn’t visited her office, she wouldn’t have been so flustered in the first place. But arguing with him was pointless—he enjoyed provoking her far too much. Exhaling sharply, Linsey made up her mind. She needed to get this walking disaster out of the company before he caused an even bigger scene.

She had barely managed to avoid Dustin earlier. If she lingered any longer, she might run into someone else—and explaining herself would be impossible. With that in mind, Linsey cautiously peeked around the corner, scanning the area.

By the time she looked, Dustin was already gone.

She never noticed the fleeting moment when Collin had been walking—without his wheelchair.

Finally, Linsey and Gorman arrived at the café near the company.

“This place hardly meets my standards, and the traffic noise is just too much. It’s hardly fitting for someone of my stature to be here,” Gorman remarked, visibly unimpressed, just as Linsey settled into her seat.

Linsey took a deep breath and tried her best to keep her cool. “I’m sorry, but I’m a designer, not your personal assistant. If you’re here to discuss business, please have a seat. Otherwise, there’s no need to waste each other’s time.”

Noticing Linsey’s unbothered demeanor, Gorman quickly dropped his fussiness and took a seat. “Let’s get to the point. I came here to discuss a potential collaboration.”

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