Chapter 615

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And not only did he watch, but he had things to say about it—complaining, critiquing, nitpicking. He never mentioned Linsey’s name outright, but it was painfully obvious who he was talking about.
“She’s getting more and more clueless. She can’t even handle that airhead, Carol.”
“She’s a designer, isn’t she? How many times has she injured her hands? Doesn’t she worry about long-term damage?”
“And Collin—useless as ever. He’s not disabled, yet he still can’t protect his wife.”
“The Lawson family is no better. They put on a perfect front for the public, but behind closed doors, they’re nothing more than shameless oppressors who take advantage of the weak.”
The day after Carol’s birthday celebration, word quickly spread—CR Corporation and the Lawson Group had officially called off their partnership.
Gorman sat in silence, his expression cold and unreadable. Danny, however, could sense there was a hint of relief. Even though Gorman no longer had the right to intervene in Linsey’s affairs, he couldn’t stop himself from worrying whenever she faced trouble. Now, seeing her situation improve—even if she never knew he had been concerned—brought him some quiet satisfaction.
The more Danny thought about it, the more he felt Gorman had been dealt an unfair hand. After some hesitation, he finally worked up the courage to speak. “Mr. Green, I have a brilliant idea.”
For once, Gorman seemed mildly interested. “Go on.”
Heart pounding, Danny quickly explained, “With your influence, you could have any woman you desire. Just say the word, and I’ll search the entire country for someone who looks just like Linsey. If you want, I can find someone with a similar personality or a designer like her!”
Gorman listened without any change in expression. Then, with a sharp, icy stare, he asked, “Are you finished?”
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“Uh… Yes, that’s all.”
A low, mocking chuckle escaped Gorman. “In that case, go stand on your head against the wall. Once you’ve drained the nonsense from your brain, you can return and talk to me.”
Realizing he had struck a nerve, Danny immediately straightened. “Yes, sir.”
Without protest, Danny obediently positioned himself against the wall, his world turning upside down in more ways than one.
Gorman took another long sip of his drink. Danny, still balancing awkwardly, stole glances at him, itching to say something but holding back.
Then, out of nowhere, Gorman murmured, “I have a feeling.”
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