Chapter 704

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“Collin!” Dustin rushed over, slightly out of breath. His men followed behind him. “Sorry, the traffic was bad. I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
Collin handed his luggage to a nearby staffer. “It’s fine,” he said coolly.
Dustin glanced at Collin’s expression—calm, yet unreadable.
On the drive over, he had learned that Collin’s trip was meant to last a month. But Collin had worked nonstop to finish early, cutting it short by over a week.
The branch staff were at their breaking point. Several managers had secretly complained to Dustin, saying they couldn’t keep up with Collin’s pace. They also said they might pass out from exhaustion if he stayed any longer.
Of course, Dustin kept those words to himself. After four years, he had grown used to it.
Ever since Linsey left Grester quietly, Collin hadn’t been the same. Or maybe he had simply returned to who he used to be—like after the accident, when he was stuck in a wheelchair. But this version of Collin felt even colder than before.
“Let’s head home, Collin. You should get some rest and recover from the flight,” Dustin said.
Collin shook his head. “No. Straight to the company. Call a senior management meeting.”
Dustin paused, wanting to argue. But he didn’t. What was the point?
He had tried countless times over the years. Collin never listened. Sometimes, Dustin thought—maybe only Linsey could get through to him.
As that thought crossed his mind, he noticed that Collin suddenly came to a stop.
Dustin was about to ask what was wrong when Collin suddenly exclaimed, full of excitement, “Linsey is back!”
Before Dustin could respond, Collin took off running.
The sudden outburst left Dustin frozen in place. He stared after Collin, who was already sprinting across the terminal.
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For a few seconds, Dustin couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Linsey was back? He was stunned.
His eyes widened in shock. Then he turned to his subordinates and yelled, “What are you waiting for? Follow him!”
“Oh—right!”
Collin hadn’t felt this alive in years. His chest surged with emotion. His eyes were locked on a figure in the distance, one that looked so much like her.
He ran faster, closing the gap with every step.
The sound of his own breath thundered in his ears. Everything else faded. All he could feel was his racing heartbeat.
Finally, he reached out, touched the person’s shoulder, and called, “Linsey!”
The figure turned. Their eyes met. But in that instant, Collin’s joy froze.
“You…” His body stiffened. The light in his eyes faded, just like that.
The young girl looked up, cheeks slightly pink. “Sir? Can I help you?”
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