Chapter 740
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Caylee’s tone turned sharp with meaning. “CR Corporation has a designer too, doesn’t it? Mr. Riley, isn’t it a little unfair to barge into another company’s booth like this?”
Collin said nothing. His eyes darkened as they drifted past Caylee toward the booth behind her.
“I want to take a look inside,” he said quietly.
Caylee frowned and gave a dry, mocking smile. “I’m afraid I can’t allow that. My work is in there. What if something gets damaged?”
Collin held her gaze for a moment, then said coldly, “You’re not Aurora Bright.”
His words landed like thunder. Both Caylee and the staff member froze. Had he really figured it out?
Caylee’s pulse spiked for a moment, but she quickly masked it. She told herself he was just bluffing. “Mr. Riley, that’s an odd joke. I’m the only one here. If I’m not Aurora Bright, who is? You?” she asked with a forced laugh.
Caylee had been by Linsey’s side for three years.
She remembered the fragile woman who had just given birth and could barely stand.
But the real pain hadn’t been physical. It was emotional—the kind that left scars too deep to heal.
More than once, Caylee had found Linsey crying quietly, hidden away from the world.
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And soon, she had learned the truth. The man who caused Linsey all that pain was now standing right in front of her.
She couldn’t keep the mask on for long. Her voice began to crack with resentment. It slipped into her tone like venom.
Collin noticed. He paused, then asked calmly, “Are you really alone in there?”
Caylee let out a short, bitter laugh. Her words dripped with sarcasm. “Or what?”
Maybe it was instinct—something more profound than logic—that told Collin the woman in front of him wasn’t Aurora.
The feeling lingered, refusing to let go. He had to find out the truth for himself.
He stepped forward without another word.
Caylee’s eyes widened in disbelief. The staff member beside her nervously clenched his hands, watching helplessly. He couldn’t understand why Collin was so determined.
Collin reached the booth and took in the full view for the first time. The air inside was warm and stifling. The floor felt damp beneath his shoes. The workstation was a bit messy.
Right at the center, the finished T-shirt he had only seen on a screen was now displayed quietly on a rack.
He stood there, frozen.
The booth was empty.
As he realized that, a lump formed in his throat.
His chest tightened as he stepped closer to the T-shirt.
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