Chapter 367
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“Alright, Mr. Green, I accept your terms,” Fernanda agreed, her voice firm yet tinged with desperation. “You have my word, I’ll handle everything.”
They continued their tense conversation a little longer before Fernanda made her exit.
As she departed, Danny, wearing an expression of bewilderment, turned to Gorman. “Turns out Huntley came dangerously close to harming Ms. Brooks. You’re not really planning to hold up your end of the deal and get him out, right?”
Gorman responded with a knowing chuckle, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in amusement. “Of course, I am. Haven’t I always stood by my promises?”
But the uneasy feeling still gnawed at Danny. After all, Kylee had paid a steep price for merely attempting to ruin Linsey’s career. Could Gorman truly intend to let Huntley escape unscathed?
The air grew heavy with tension as Gorman’s expression darkened, his eyes brimming with a chilling malice. “But I never assured Fernanda that her son would escape fate, did I?” His voice carried a frosty sharpness, each syllable laced with intent.
With a sinister curve of his lips, he added, “After all, it’s challenging to make moves while he’s still confined. Once he’s free, well, things will get significantly easier.”
Danny shivered, an icy dread crawling up his spine. It was unmistakable—Gorman’s ruthless nature hadn’t softened in the slightest. Witnessing this side of Gorman again, Danny understood with chilling clarity that crossing paths with him was tantamount to sealing one’s own doom. Collin was no exception, especially since he had stolen the heart of the woman Gorman cherished above all others.
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Meanwhile, enveloped by the steam in her bathroom, Linsey sank deeper into the bathtub, the warmth of the water soothing her weary bones. The foggy haze around her seemed to mirror the turmoil in her thoughts. Memories of the evening’s reunion flickered through her mind like an old film, leaving her more baffled than ever.
Since marrying Collin, she had braced herself to shoulder a daunting debt alongside him. Yet, the reality of Collin’s hidden wealth—evident from the lavish gifts he distributed, from that designer dress to fine wine and exquisite perfumes—left her reeling in shock and disbelief.
Linsey’s brow furrowed in deep confusion. If Collin wasn’t the loser the rumors painted him to be, then why had he so readily accepted her abrupt marriage proposal? The question haunted her, looping endlessly in her mind without a shred of a convincing answer.
Was it possible that Collin had fallen in love with her from their very first encounter? The mere thought sent a wave of crimson spreading across her cheeks, mingling with the heat radiating from the steaming bathwater, deepening the blush on her already warm face.
Lost in her thoughts, Linsey entertained countless explanations, each more bewildering than the last. As she pondered, a fleeting shadow darted across her vision, startling her. Her skin lost all color, turning ghostly pale as a scream tore from her throat—a sharp, instinctual cry of alarm.
At that same moment, Collin was seated in a wheelchair by the bedroom door, his expression unreadable as he listened to his assistant detail Gorman’s recent interactions.
“Tonight, Gorman had quite a few visitors, each vying for his favor. Yet, of all these suitors, he granted an audience to just one—a detail I find particularly intriguing.”
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