Chapter 66
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“Linsey, we were just chatting. We didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Exactly! It was just hearsay. It won’t happen again.”
Hearing their weak excuses, Linsey let out a sharp scoff. Her gaze turned cold as she warned, “You were spreading lies. Apologize—and make sure it never happens again.”
Intimidated by the icy edge in her voice, they quickly muttered their apologies, bolting from the break room.
No doubt, this was the most humiliating moment they had experienced lately.
With the room now nearly empty, Cynthia—who had stayed silent the whole time—turned to leave.
But Linsey blocked her path, her eyes locking onto Cynthia’s. “Not so fast. You haven’t apologized yet. You’re not going anywhere.”
Cynthia’s expression twisted with anger as she snapped, “What’s that supposed to mean, Linsey? I only told the truth. You climbed into some fancy car earlier, and I’ve got the photo to prove it. Are you going to deny it?”
Her accusation made the gossiping coworkers—who had barely left—pause in their tracks. One by one, they turned back, curiosity lighting up their faces.
Cynthia had a photo. There was no way she could be making this up. They waited eagerly, wondering how Linsey would talk her way out of this one.
But Linsey’s expression didn’t waver. Meeting Cynthia’s gaze head-on, she replied smoothly, “Yeah, I got into that car.”
The break room fell silent. Her colleagues stared at her in stunned disbelief. Then, just as quickly, their shock gave way to simmering resentment.
Linsey had the audacity to call them out for spreading lies and even forced them to apologize—only to turn around and admit that what they had been saying was true. The humiliation stung.
Cynthia’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk as she eyed Linsey with open disdain. “Look at that. You finally admitted it.”
She folded her arms, her tone dripping with mockery. “Did you really think you could scare us with a voice recording? Everything we said was the truth. Even if the police got involved, they wouldn’t do a thing to us. If anything, they’d probably just warn you not to become someone’s mistress.”
A few of their colleagues snickered, failing to stifle their laughter.
Linsey’s expression remained unreadable as she stated flatly, “Cynthia, let me spell it out for you. That was my husband’s car. Say one more word of nonsense, and you’ll regret it.”
“Your husband?” Cynthia let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, as if Linsey had just told the most absurd joke. “Come on, Linsey, who do you think you’re fooling?”
She scoffed, her eyes narrowing. “You have no family background, no connections. How could you possibly marry a wealthy man? There’s no way.”
Her voice dripped with mock sympathy. “And if you were really some rich man’s wife, why would you bother working at CR Corporation? Stop acting. No one’s buying it.”
She gave Linsey a slow, scrutinizing once-over, something calculating flickering in her gaze. “If he’s real, bring your husband here. Let’s all see for ourselves whether you’re lying.”
Linsey barely spared her a glance, her tone filled with lazy indifference. “You’re not worthy of meeting him.”
Cynthia scoffed. “Oh? Is he supposed to be some big shot?”
She lifted her chin, her voice laced with arrogance. “Let me remind you—I’m from the Keller family. For all you know, your so-called husband ranks lower than us.”
Her lips curled in derision. “You’re acting so high and mighty. What, is your husband supposed to be the mysterious founder of CR Corporation?”
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