Chapter 347

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The dress had been a present from Collin, and it baffled her how he could have acquired an authentic piece from Arthur’s collection.
Arthur chuckled warmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Linsey, I just gave a whole speech in front of everyone. Did you seriously not hear a single word?”
Flushed with embarrassment, Linsey’s cheeks turned a soft pink. “I apologize, Mr. Flores,” she stammered, her voice tinged with unease. “I must admit, I was rather taken aback.”
Waving her concerns away with a reassuring smile, Arthur responded with confidence, “Not to worry, you can rely on me. I would never fail to recognize a dress I crafted myself. What you’re wearing is, without a doubt, a piece I created two years back. It’s truly an honor to see it gracing someone as radiant as you.”
“Thank you,” Linsey murmured, her gratitude reflected in her warm smile.
Yet, curiosity furrowed her brow as she ventured further, “But if this dress is indeed your creation, why did you initially suggest there was something amiss when you first saw me tonight? I was quite startled, fearing I might have worn an imitation by mistake.”
Arthur’s expression shifted to one of rapid reassurance. “Oh, no, no. I was caught off guard seeing the dress in its finished state for the first time, especially after those alterations.”
He paused, gathering his thoughts. “When I originally designed this dress, I was thoroughly pleased with the outcome. However, a mysterious buyer acquired it not long after and hinted at possible changes. Considering her generous offer, I consented without hesitation.”
Arthur appraised Linsey’s attire, his eyes gleaming with evident satisfaction as he gazed at her dress. Without a moment’s hesitation, he presumed she was the mysterious buyer. “The finished version looks absolutely stunning on you. I heard you guys majored in design, and judging by your work, you’ve got some serious talent!” he remarked, his tone tinged with a mix of surprise and admiration.
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Linsey, however, grew increasingly bewildered with every word. She hadn’t altered the dress in the slightest.
Could it have been Collin who had secretly modified the dress? And more intriguingly, was he the mysterious buyer of Arthur’s creation?
At this moment, whether Collin had tweaked the dress became irrelevant—Linsey had long recognized his knack for design.
Yet, the true shock came with the sudden realization that Collin had the financial means to acquire such a pricey piece.
This dress bore a price tag in the millions!
Attempting to steady her fluttering heart, Linsey managed a response, her voice a blend of confusion and curiosity. “This dress… actually, it was a gift from my husband. But it’s baffling—there’s no way he could afford something as lavish as this. Honestly, I’m completely thrown off by this…”
Arthur, perplexed by Linsey’s evident concern, shrugged and suggested nonchalantly, “Why don’t you just talk to your husband about it when you get home?”
He didn’t dwell on the matter, instead quickly wrapping up their conversation. “Alright, Linsey, I really must be going. Let’s catch up another time if we can.” With a brief wave, he hurried off, leaving Linsey alone with her tumultuous thoughts.
Standing motionless, Linsey felt a whirlwind of confusion engulf her. Time seemed to stretch into infinity as she grappled with her emotions. Finally, taking a deep, steadying breath, she took out her phone from her purse, her fingers trembling slightly.
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