Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 620

Chapter 620:

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This deepened Linsey’s surprise. Could it have arrived that quickly?

“Alright, I’ll be right there,” Linsey responded.

Was this the surprise Collin had planned? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. Filled with excitement, Linsey grabbed her phone and rushed down to the lobby.

“Excuse me, are you Linsey? Please, we need your signature for a package,” the courier greeted her.

Looking at the courier, Linsey listened as he explained, “The package is quite large and still in our vehicle. Would you mind verifying it outside first? If it’s yours, I’ll bring it in. Otherwise, it will need to be returned to the vehicle.”

Linsey was puzzled by the request. Why did she have to personally confirm the package?

“Could you tell me who sent it?” she asked.

“The package is from Collin Riley,” the courier replied. After a pause, he asked, “You do know him, right?”

A wave of relief washed over Linsey, and she quickly said, “Yes, I know him very well.”

She guessed the package was the dress from Collin.

“Will you be taking the package?” asked the courier.

“Yes, I will. Is it by the entrance?” Linsey responded immediately.

“Just this way, please.” The courier gestured with a nod.

Following the courier out, Linsey noticed the delivery van parked a short distance away.

As they approached the van, Linsey’s doubts began to fade. Looking inside at several large parcels, she asked, “Which one is mine?” However, her question went unanswered.

Just as Linsey turned to speak to the courier, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her from behind, pressing a cloth over her mouth and nose.

Her eyes widened in shock. She tried to cry out for help, but darkness quickly overtook her.

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The last thing she heard was a familiar voice commanding, “Quick, get her into the van and make sure no one sees!”

Within moments, the delivery van was gone, as if it had never been there.

At one thirty in the afternoon, a designer knocked on the supervisor’s door.

“Linsey, are you ready? It’s time for all of us to get styled!”

After waiting for a while with no reply, her colleague grew anxious.

“Has anyone seen Linsey? It’s time for us to go.”

“Linsey’s not at her desk. Does anyone know where she might be?”

“That’s odd. She went downstairs around noon and hasn’t come back.”

“Maybe we should try calling her?”

When a colleague dialed Linsey’s number, the call wouldn’t connect.

“That’s strange… What happened to Linsey?”

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, “Do you think Linsey could be… missing?”

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Message from Noah: New chapters on wednesday dear readers. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ – ˵ ) ✧

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