Chapter 100
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Her boldness stirred the crowd.
“Who does she think she is? She’s quite bold.”
“Does she know she’s talking to Huntley?”
“How dare she demand an apology from him?”
Huntley was visibly shocked by Linsey’s boldness. He laughed harshly and looked her over with disdain. “Do you have any idea who I am? How dare you speak to me this way?”
“I know exactly who you are,” Linsey replied, her face unflinching. “You’re Collin’s younger brother, which makes me your sister-in-law. As a younger brother, is this how you should behave toward your elder brother and sister-in-law?”
Linsey paused, then let out a soft, meaningful laugh. “It seems your parents didn’t raise you right. What exactly have you been teaching your son, Mrs. Riley? To raise him to act like this?”
The room fell into a heavy silence at her words.
Everyone stared at Linsey, shocked, her calm only making them think she might be out of her mind.
Fernanda and Huntley were both stunned by Linsey’s sharp words.
Huntley’s face turned a deep red with anger. He pointed at Linsey, his voice shaking. “You wretched woman! Say that again if you dare!”
He stormed toward her, his anger boiling over.
This sharp-tongued woman—he was determined to put her in her place and show her who was in charge.
But before he could reach her, his raised hand was caught mid-air by Collin.
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The grip was so tight that Huntley thought his hand might snap.
“Ah!” Huntley cried out, his face going pale. “Collin, let go of me!”
Fernanda’s complexion drained of color as she exclaimed, “Collin, have you completely lost it? This is insane!”
Her hand shot up, ready to call for help. “Somebody—”
A shadow passed over Collin’s face, his tone razor-sharp as he commanded the room. “Who dares challenge me?”
A stunned hush settled over the crowd. For too long, they had dismissed Collin as nothing more than a powerless man bound to a wheelchair—someone easy to overlook.
Now, the air itself seemed to chill under his icy presence.
His every movement, every glance, carried the weight of absolute dominance—the kind that made even the boldest hesitate. A flicker of defiance in the guests’ eyes was swiftly extinguished, replaced by a cold sweat of unease.
Huntley’s wrist pulsated with pain, beads of sweat rolling down his face. His carefully chosen banquet attire now hung in wrinkled disarray, a pitiful contrast to his earlier arrogance.
“Let me go! What do you want from me, Collin?” he ground out, voice shaking with a mix of pain and frustration.
Disdain curled at the corner of Collin’s lips. “You should be asking yourself that question. I’ve tolerated your antics for years. But now, you dare lay a hand on my wife? Did you truly believe I would remain silent?”
A few feet away, Linsey stood motionless, her wide eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.
Only now did she grasp the reason behind Collin’s actions—he was standing up for her.
Huntley, unwilling to yield, retorted, “She was the one being disrespectful! I was just planning to teach her a lesson!”
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