Chapter 386

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As Linsey glanced over, she noticed Clint’s grip faltering. The coffee cascaded onto Fernanda’s outfit, creating a noticeable stain.
Startled, Clint exclaimed, “Oh, Mrs. Riley, this is all my fault! Please accept my deepest apologies!”
With a sigh, Fernanda responded, “That’s fine, just help me clean this up.” Turning to Linsey, she instructed, “Stay here, Linsey. I’ll be back shortly.”
“Okay,” Linsey simply nodded, her mind elsewhere.
Once they left, Linsey chose not to continue drinking her coffee but instead took the opportunity to scrutinize the lounge’s elaborate decor. The success of Ivy’s birthday celebration hinged on flawless details.
But as she surveyed the room, Linsey sensed that something was amiss. She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling an inexplicable dryness in her mouth. Dizziness began to cloud her thoughts. Her brow creased with concern.
She quickly realized something was terribly wrong.
Piecing together the evening’s events, she felt a surge of apprehension. She hastened towards the exit.
To her dismay, she discovered the lounge door was locked!
Her eyes widened in shock.
It must be Fernanda’s doing!
In frustration, Linsey attempted to open the locked door. It remained firmly shut.
Meanwhile, Fernanda and Clint had moved some distance away.
Fernanda, now in a fresh outfit, lamented the loss of her designer suit used as a diversion to mislead Linsey.
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With a stern look, Fernanda halted and instructed Clint, “You may leave now. Make sure you keep quiet about tonight. You’ll be compensated, don’t worry.”
Clint responded with a grin. “Of course, Mrs. Riley. Don’t worry, I won’t say a word.”
Even when Clint was alone, Fernanda still felt annoyed due to her ruined attire. Coffee stains had marred it irreparably.
This was all Linsey’s fault!
Frustration colored Fernanda’s mood. Yet, recalling Linsey confined to the lounge brought a sense of victory. Her recent efforts to disarm Linsey hadn’t been futile after all.
Fernanda knew too well: a heart too tender made for easy prey.
With a sly grin, she muttered, “Linsey should be trapped by now. What comes next…”
Her lips twisted into a scornful sneer. Gorman wanted Linsey to divorce Collin so he could have her. But in Fernanda’s eyes, Gorman couldn’t possibly truly like Linsey.
To Fernanda, Gorman’s interest was purely physical, and he only wanted to sleep with her. With the stage perfectly set, there was no chance Gorman would miss this opportunity. Securing Linsey would ensure Gorman upheld his end of the bargain—to free her son.
At that moment, her thoughts drifted to Collin, oblivious to the unfolding betrayal.
“Poor Collin, utterly clueless that his beloved wife would end up with another man.”
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