Chapter 150

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Her tone oozed arrogance; she was utterly convinced she could easily manipulate someone like Linsey.
Joanna breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s a relief. Felix has been locked up for days now. I’m terrified something dreadful might happen to him.”
Witnessing Joanna’s concern for Felix, Marisol sighed. “Joanna, you truly are the only one worthy of being my daughter-in-law. You’ve remained loyal through good times and bad, and you’re the only one who genuinely cares for Felix.”
Marisol’s voice hardened as she sneered, “I warned Felix before—Linsey comes from nothing, she has no connections, and her personality leaves much to be desired.”
She utterly unsuitable for our family. Now he’s finally learned his lesson. Once he’s out, I’ll ensure he marries you and gives you the grand wedding you deserve.”
Joanna’s face beamed with delight, yet she retained her characteristically gentle and innocent façade. “You’re so kind to me,” she chirped.
A surge of satisfaction coursed through Joanna.
She surmised that while Felix had once been smitten with Linsey, this ordeal would undoubtedly expose Linsey’s true nature, prompting him to move on.
Linsey had lost to her. Joanna was convinced that she would soon secure her position as Felix’s wife and ascend to a coveted place within Grester’s elite social circles.
Meanwhile, Linsey remained blissfully ignorant of the machinations swirling around her. She had no inkling that Joanna and Marisol were under the impression that she still cared for Felix.
Having prepared herself, Linsey departed Vista Villa and reached the designated café. However, as she neared the entrance, something out of the ordinary caught her eye.
A cluster of reporters armed with cameras had congregated nearby, their lenses poised like predators anticipating their prey.
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Her face clouded over.
She had initially believed that Marisol’s apology was sincere, but the current circumstances painted a different picture—something was amiss.
Without a moment’s delay, she turned on her heel to depart. However, Marisol, stationed outside, had been keenly anticipating Linsey’s arrival.
Observing that Linsey had finally stepped into her carefully laid trap, she naturally wasn’t about to let her escape. With swift determination, she stepped forward and seized Linsey’s arm. “Linsey, why this rush to leave?”
Linsey’s gaze swept over the throng of reporters, their cameras poised and hungry for a story. Her expression hardened with annoyance.
“Marisol,” she demanded, her voice laced with frustration. “What’s the meaning of this? You said you wanted to apologize. Why are all these vultures here?”
Marisol’s phone call had been a carefully crafted ruse to draw Linsey into a public confrontation.
Now that the trap was sprung, there was no need for pretense.
Marisol’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Linsey, I advise you to choose your next words carefully. Drop all charges against my son, and I’ll forget this whole unpleasantness ever happened,” she hissed.
A bitter laugh escaped Linsey’s lips. The sheer audacity of Marisol’s threat was almost comical. How could she have been so naive as to believe her?
Felix and Marisol were two peas in a pod, both masters of manipulation and cruelty.
“Marisol, let’s be clear. Felix kidnapped me and attempted to assault me. He’ll face the consequences of his actions. End of discussion,” Linsey stated coldly.
Linsey’s face became an impassive mask as she turned to depart. Before Linsey could make her escape, Marisol lunged forward, grasping her hands and dramatically falling to her knees. Linsey winced as Marisol’s nails dug into her flesh.
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