Chapter 821

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He paused in surprise, then smiled more freely, his eyes showing quiet determination.
The next day, Linsey showed up on time at Davidson Group for her meeting with Dolores.
After a short talk, Linsey made her decision and signed the contract with Dolores without hesitation.
Dolores joked, “You signed so fast! Aren’t you worried I might trick you?”
Linsey gave her a look and laughed. “I know you’d never lie to me—not even if it meant losing the whole company. I trust you.”
Dolores smiled wide and said, “Glad to see you trust me so much. I’ve looked after you for more than twenty years, after all!”
After a short pause, Dolores sorted the contract and gave it to her assistant, Khloe Craig. Then she turned to Linsey and said, “Okay, it’s lunchtime. Let’s go eat.”
“Celebrate you joining the Davidson Group!” Linsey nodded and stood beside Dolores, ready to go.
Khloe quickly collected the papers and followed behind, pulling out her phone. “Dolores, should I book a table ahead of time?”
Dolores was just about to respond when she opened the door—and almost slammed straight into Dustin, who came rushing in like a storm of excitement.
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An intern from the secretarial team hurried after him. “Mr. Wade, wait! You can’t just walk in there like that!”
By the time the intern caught up, Dustin had already pushed open the door to Dolores’ office without a care.
“Dolores,” the intern said, clearly flustered, “Mr. Wade wouldn’t listen. I don’t even know how he got past everyone… I seriously tried to stop him.”
Dolores shot Dustin a cold, piercing look and stayed silent, her expression unreadable.
Khloe stepped up, her face tight with concern. “What happened?” she asked the intern. “Did the front desk or security downstairs just let him through?”
Dustin locked eyes with Dolores, catching his breath before blurting, “It’s not their fault—I yanked the phone cord out at the front desk.”
Linsey, standing just behind Dolores, had no words. She honestly didn’t know whether to be annoyed or impressed.
It hit her—Dustin was still the same. He always pulled random stunts, always being impossible to predict.
Dolores was seething with fury. She glared at Dustin and shouted, “Why did you disconnect the phone line at the front desk? What happens if a client calls? Will you be responsible for the financial losses?”
“I will take responsibility,” Dustin quickly replied. “I disconnected only the front desk and your office phones. I didn’t want anyone tipping you off about my arrival because you’ve been avoiding me.”
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