Chapter 596
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With her security detail by her side, Linsey steadied herself. She took a deep breath and met Jeffery’s gaze. “Jeffery, what exactly do you want? I told you yesterday—I won’t plead with our boss for you.”
This arrogant, insistent man had already harassed her over the phone, and now he had gone so far as to trick her into a meeting.
Jeffery’s expression darkened. “You—”
Before he could finish, Myla abruptly stood up from the table. “Jeffery, step aside!” Myla’s eyes were fixed on Linsey, wide with disbelief and shimmering with unshed tears.
Linsey froze in shock. Why did this woman look so much like her?
Jeffery, now pushed back a few steps, looked at his mother in confusion. “Mom? What’s wrong?”
His mother didn’t answer. She simply stared at Linsey, overcome with emotion.
And then, suddenly, it hit him. Jeffery’s gaze darted between Linsey and Myla, his expression shifting from confusion to shock.
She had seemed vaguely familiar when he first met Linsey, but now, seeing them side by side, he realized she looked exactly like his mother.
At that moment, Cruz stepped forward, clearly shaken by the unexpected scene before him. He moved beside Myla, gently taking her hand, which trembled slightly from shock.
Myla’s eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to regain her composure. After a moment, she took a deep breath and wiped away the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.
“My apologies,” Myla said, her voice a little unsteady as she dabbed her eyes.
It was strange. Why had she reacted so strongly? It wasn’t unusual for strangers to resemble one another.
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒: 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸𝖼𝗈𝗆
Linsey blinked, still dazed, trying to gather her thoughts. “It’s alright,” she murmured.
She, too, was taken aback. This encounter was even more startling than when she first saw Jeffery at Carol’s birthday party. She and Jeffery shared some similarities, but after seeing him a few times, she could easily tell them apart.
But this woman… Linsey wasn’t just looking at a resemblance. Their facial features, their demeanor, even their aura—it was uncanny.
No wonder all four of them had been frozen in silence.
Cruz, a man who had weathered many storms, cleared his throat and, in a rare show of politeness, said, “Ms. Brooks, I’m Jeffery’s father—Cruz Lawson.”
Linsey nodded. “Hello, Mr. Lawson.”
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