Chapter 107

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Was there a misunderstanding?
It seemed unlikely that someone as kind-hearted as Anthea would deliberately create difficulties for others.
Determined to make a good impression, Linsey resolved to remain alert and secure the project at all costs.
Securing this project was crucial for her to continue at CR Corporation and assist Collin in settling his substantial debt.
As she thought of Collin, a warmth spread through her heart.
Linsey clenched her fists, mentally steeling herself to remain strong. She was determined not to let anyone belittle or intimidate them.
As she approached the house, her mind buzzed with various potential outcomes of the meeting.
Suddenly, the villa’s gates opened, and a car began to exit slowly.
Linsey paused and stared. Something about the car struck a familiar chord.
Upon closer inspection, her heart skipped a beat. Was that Collin’s car?
As the car slowly moved away, Linsey emerged from around the corner. Her face wore an expression of deepening confusion.
How peculiar. Why was Collin’s car pulling away from Anthea’s residence?
Linsey’s brow creased; she was sure of her observation. That was unmistakably Collin’s car.
However, before she could mull over it further, she noticed Anthea standing by the villa’s entrance.
Recognizing her from photos, Linsey didn’t hesitate.
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She quickly made her way inside just as the villa gates were about to close and called out softly, “Mrs. Blakely!”
Anthea turned at the sound, her gaze landing on Linsey’s bright, earnest eyes.
It had been quite some time since Anthea had encountered such open sincerity.
Anthea’s face softened into a smile. “May I know who you are? It appears we haven’t met. How do you know my name?”
Facing her directly, Linsey sensed the tranquil presence Anthea projected.
Surely, a person with such a composed air would not needlessly complicate matters for designers.
Feeling even more certain there had been some sort of mix-up, Linsey stood taller.
“Hello, Mrs. Blakely. We haven’t met, but I’m a new designer at CR Corporation. I wanted to discuss something with you personally.”
At this, Anthea’s fleeting smile disappeared, and her demeanor cooled. She turned away, saying briskly, “There’s nothing to discuss. Please leave.”
She signaled to the butler. “And make sure we stop all design orders with CR Corporation. I’m tired of their designers.”
“Understood, Mrs. Blakely,” replied the butler.
Rooted to the spot, Linsey was taken aback by the abrupt dismissal.
She began to speak, but the butler cut her off.
“Please, you need to leave now. Mrs. Blakely has no wish to see you.”
Watching Anthea walk away, Linsey called out, her voice filled with genuine concern, “Mrs. Blakely, is there perhaps some misunderstanding? It seems you’re hesitant to work with CR Corporation’s designers. But I assure you, my intentions are entirely sincere. I hope you might reconsider and allow me the chance to deliver a design that meets your standards.”
Pausing, she added, “I’m Linsey Riley, by the way. If you ever reconsider, you can find me at CR Corporation.”
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