Chapter 515

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Dolores blinked in surprise. “You mean the elusive billionaire who built CR Corporation from scratch?”
She touched her chin thoughtfully. “Well… in terms of background, they’d make a fitting match. Two powerful families uniting—it makes sense.”
Linsey nodded. “That’s true, but…”
Before she could finish, Dolores smirked. “Honestly, if you hadn’t mentioned her being into the founder, I would’ve thought she had a thing for Collin.”
The way Carol reacted to Linsey’s pregnancy—it was like she wanted to rip Linsey apart on the spot.
Though Dolores’ tone was playful, Linsey couldn’t shake the unease creeping up her spine.
“Collin probably hasn’t even met Carol. But there’s definitely hostility from her toward me. I don’t know why yet, but I’ll handle it carefully.” Linsey gave Dolores a reassuring look.
Dolores pondered for a moment before shrugging. “She probably dislikes most people on principle. After all, you two never interacted before now.”
“Come on, let’s not waste any more time on her. I’ll try on some clothes, and once I’ve decided, let’s grab something to eat—I’m starving.” Linsey shook off the tension and smiled.
Dolores immediately perked up, nodding seriously. “You’re eating for two now, so you need plenty of energy. I know the perfect place—trust me, both you and the baby will leave happy!”
Linsey chuckled. “Alright, lead the way.”
Carol stepped out of the boutique, her carefully crafted smile vanishing the moment she crossed the threshold. In its place was a stormy, venomous scowl.
That damn Linsey—always a step ahead, always standing in her way! Sooner or later, she would have to deal with her for good.
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“Miss Lawson, shall we carry on shopping?” one of the bodyguards behind her asked hesitantly.
Carol’s temper snapped. She spun around, eyes blazing. “Idiot! Do you think I’m in the mood for shopping? I’m going home!”
She needed to come up with a foolproof plan to deal with Linsey’s unborn child once and for all.
The bodyguard flinched and quickly lowered his head. “Yes, Miss Lawson.”
He had worked for Carol for years. Her parents were known for their refinement and grace, and even Jeffery, her older brother, treated people with a measured politeness. But Carol? She was impossible—spoiled, ruthless, and utterly unpredictable.
Even after Carol lashed out, frustration still burned within her.
Expression ice-cold, she strode toward the elevator.
Just then, she caught sight of a shadowy figure lurking behind her, watching closely.
“Who’s there?” She abruptly turned, her voice sharp. The figure flinched and instinctively tried to retreat.
Carol’s gaze darkened.
How dared someone tail her?
“Seize that rat,” she commanded in a low, dangerous tone.
“Yes, Miss Lawson,” the bodyguards responded.
Obeying instantly, the bodyguards lunged forward and grabbed Alexa, who had been trying to slip away unnoticed.
“I’m sorry…” Alexa’s pulse pounded in panic. She never imagined she would see her biological daughter this close again—let alone in such a situation.
Lowering her head, Alexa avoided Carol’s gaze.
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