Chapter 741

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But just as he neared it, Caylee burst in, her voice sharp. “What are you doing?!”
She blocked his path, her expression stern. “We know you’re powerful. We can’t stop you. But don’t push your luck. This is a competition entry. Are you planning to ruin my work?”
Her words snapped him out of his daze. He quickly pulled his hand back.
And just like that, the suspicion that had consumed him crumbled into pieces.
The air around him shifted as his face turned cold and distant, stripped of any emotion. “My bad,” he said quietly.
Without waiting for a response, he turned and left.
His sudden exit caught Caylee off guard. She blinked in confusion, unsure of what just happened.
A few moments later, the staff member cautiously peeked out from the booth entrance.
Seeing Collin disappear down the hallway, he finally exhaled and turned to Caylee. “He’s gone.”
Caylee rubbed her temples, her head throbbing. “Thanks for covering for us.”
The staff member shook his head gently. “It’s fine. Ms. Bright finished the presentation, and the results will be announced in two hours.”
After a brief pause, he added with concern, “Is she alright? I was so scared earlier. When I came in, I saw her lying on the floor—she looked so pale…”
Caylee reassured her, “She’s fine. She’s at the hospital being looked after. She’ll be back before the results come out.”
R𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝑒𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮 𝑔𝓪𝗅𝗇ovέ𝗅𝓈.𝒸o𝓂
At that moment, in a hospital room, Dolores was nearly in tears.
Seeing her flustered expression, Linsey let out a quiet chuckle.
Dolores wasn’t amused. “You’re still laughing? I was about to lose my mind!”
Frustrated, she sighed and scolded, “You’ve been feeling sick for days. Why didn’t you say anything?”
Linsey gave her a soft smile. “It started with just my right wrist hurting. I thought I’d wait until after the competition to bring it up. I didn’t expect the dizziness to get worse.”
She reached out and gently took Dolores’s hand with her left one. “Don’t be mad, alright? The competition went well, and I didn’t embarrass you.”
Dolores’s brows knit tighter. “Forget the competition! Your health is what matters!”
She then added, “You turned up the heat in the booth just to dry that soaked T-shirt faster. Of course your body couldn’t handle it!”
Before Linsey could respond, her phone chimed.
She quickly patted Dolores’s hand. “Check if that’s a message from Caylee. It might be something important about the competition.”
Dolores cast a disapproving glance at Linsey, though she didn’t refuse to check the message for her.
Without a word, she offered Linsey a glass of water before snatching the phone off the bedside table.
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