Chapter 387

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Fernanda didn’t care about Collin at all, nor was she afraid of any consequences. After all, what could a powerless cripple like Collin do against the influential Gorman?
Emboldened by her thoughts, Fernanda’s confidence soared. She then took out her phone and sent a message to Gorman.
“Mr. Green, all is in place. Linsey awaits you at the Glory Hotel, lounge 3093.”
Gorman was in the middle of a meeting in the company’s conference room. The employees stood below, tense and uneasy as they reported updates. Gorman’s unpredictable temper was infamous—one wrong word, and he might explode in anger.
Just then, his phone buzzed with a notification. Bored, he picked it up for a quick look. The moment his eyes landed on the message, he bolted upright, startling the employee in front of him.
“Mr. Green…” The employee’s voice wavered, but Gorman didn’t even notice. His gaze remained locked on his phone, excitement surging through him. Did Fernanda’s message mean Linsey was willing to leave Collin for him?
Of course. There was no way Collin, that cripple, could ever compare to him. Winning her back would be effortless.
Without hesitation, he said, “That’s enough for now. The meeting is on hold—I have something more important to handle.”
With that, he grabbed his coat, turned on his heel, and strode out, a victorious grin playing on his lips.
The conference room fell into stunned silence.
“What just happened?”
“Did Mr. Green just pause the meeting?”
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“Did anyone else see that? That was a smile on his face. Have I been working too much, or did I really see him smile?”
“I saw it too! And it wasn’t his usual mocking smirk—it was real.”
“What could possibly make him leave a meeting like this?”
“Wait a minute… I just remembered something I heard the other day. It sounded crazy at the time, but now…”
“Out with it!”
“Word is, Mr. Green has feelings for someone. He even hired a designer to create a wedding dress for her. Maybe this is about her.”
Gasps filled the room. Some still found it hard to believe.
“No way. Mr. Green? In love?”
Fernanda lingered by the lounge door, her eyes darting over every corner. She couldn’t shake the worry that Linsey might slip away unnoticed.
After a moment’s hesitation, Fernanda summoned a hotel attendant, slipping him some cash.
“Head outside the banquet hall,” Fernanda directed. “Look for a man in black with a scar on his face. Tell him Linsey’s dress got ruined by coffee and ask him to run to the mall and get a replacement.”
The attendant nodded, his face blank. “Understood.”
The excuse would buy her time, enough to pull the bodyguard away, at least for a while. By the time the bodyguard caught on and came back, Gorman would probably have had his way with Linsey.
Sure enough, once Collin’s bodyguard was distracted, it wasn’t long before Gorman appeared.
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