Chapter 34
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After delivering her line, Linsey’s expression chilled instantly. She discarded her pretense of a smile and spun on her heel to leave.
Her dismissive air only fueled Cynthia’s fury.
“Linsey, don’t you dare walk away from me!” Cynthia’s voice cracked, raw with emotion. She watched Linsey’s retreating figure, a spark igniting her resolve. Without a second thought, Cynthia surged forward, intent on dragging Linsey back to confront her.
Today was the day Cynthia would put Linsey in her place.
But as Cynthia reached out, her sharp nails almost grazing Linsey’s shoulder, Linsey whirled around with unexpected agility. In one smooth, backhanded motion, she seized Cynthia’s wrist, jerking it upward with such finesse that Cynthia gasped in both shock and pain.
“It hurts! Let go, Linsey!” Cynthia cried out, her voice tinged with desperation.
Linsey, however, maintained her grip effortlessly, her expression unreadable as she locked eyes with Cynthia.
Words were unnecessary—the silence between them was laden with tension.
Cynthia’s eyes widened as she met Linsey’s gaze, finding herself inexplicably drawn into the depth of those enigmatic eyes.
A shiver raced down Cynthia’s spine as the chill in the air seemed to intensify, making her feel as though the coffee stains on her clothes had turned ice-cold.
Linsey’s gaze locked with Cynthia’s, her expression steady and calm. Then, without warning, Linsey leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Yes. I spilled the coffee on purpose.”
Cynthia’s face flushed with fury, her eyes narrowing at Linsey. But before she could retort, Linsey’s next words froze her in place.
“I’m here to work and make a living. If you keep interfering, next time, it won’t just be coffee.”
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Linsey’s eyes never wavered as she scrutinized Cynthia’s face, as though searching for her next target.
“You’re pretty, you know. It would be a pity if something… happened to that face.”
Cynthia’s body stiffened in terror, her breath catching. Just as she braced herself, Linsey released her, and Cynthia, panic overtaking her, instinctively shielded her face with her hands, terrified Linsey might strike.
If Linsey had any intention of making Cynthia regret her actions, Cynthia certainly had her own ways of dealing with it.
But one thing was clear—she couldn’t afford to ruin her face.
Anger simmered beneath the surface, but Cynthia kept it in check, unwilling to escalate things further. After a tense moment, she stamped her foot in frustration and stormed off, her exit as dramatic as it was swift.
Linsey didn’t bat an eye as she watched Cynthia disappear, her expression unreadable. There was no hint of remorse in her—just calm indifference.
She absentmindedly glanced down at the stain on her clothes and, with a soft sigh, made her way toward the restroom.
Once they had both left, the office atmosphere shifted. A collective breath was released as the tension ebbed away.
One colleague couldn’t resist commenting, “Linsey is fearless. She actually dared to go up against Cynthia like that.”
Another murmured, “It seems like Linsey already stepped on Cynthia’s toes during the interview yesterday, so one more confrontation today probably isn’t a big deal.”
A third chimed in, “But don’t you think Linsey’s the one who’s really not to be messed with?”
A heavy silence followed, the weight of their words hanging in the air. The atmosphere in the office had shifted, and it was clear to everyone that Linsey wasn’t someone to provoke lightly.
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