Chapter 832

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Collin’s brows furrowed. He wanted to say something more.
But just as the words reached his lips, he stopped.
With the way things stood between him and Linsey now, even the truth might do more harm than good.
She might think he was using money to win her back.
And if she thought that, it would only prove what she had believed four years ago—that he saw her as nothing more than a greedy, shallow woman.
The cold look on his face didn’t go unnoticed. Dustin, sitting beside him, felt the tension and shifted uncomfortably.
Even though he had finally had the chance to see Dolores today, he couldn’t help feeling annoyed. This unexpected group had thrown everything off.
What a headache, he thought.
Meanwhile, Collin’s silence only deepened Linsey’s suspicions.
So it was true. He really had spent 2.7 billion on a necklace for Haven. It was all because her birthday was coming up.
No matter what he had said before, his actions spoke volumes. Linsey also remembered something she had heard earlier— Ivy had a close bond with Haven’s family. Their families were well connected. It wasn’t hard to believe that the two of them had once been set up to marry.
And clearly, Ivy had liked Haven enough to still want her for Collin, even after Haven had left Collin at the altar. With that, the table fell into silence. Everyone returned to their food, each person lost in their own thoughts.
𝕆𝖗𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖆𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖔𝗇 gⲁⅼ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝚌𝗼𝗆
“I’m going to the ladies’ room,” Haven said, wiping her mouth with a napkin and standing. She smiled as she looked at Linsey and Dolores. “Would either of you like to come with me?”
Both shook their heads.
“You go ahead,” Linsey said politely.
Haven paused for a moment, giving Linsey one last look before walking off.
Once inside the restroom, she made sure no one else was there. Then she let out a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and dialed a number.
“Joanne, hey. How’s it going? Did you find anything? I asked you to look into Collin’s ex-wife, Linsey Brooks. What did you dig up?”
Joanne responded right away, “I just finished organizing everything. I’ll send the file to you now.”
“Got it,” Haven said, then ended the call.
Yet something inside her twisted uneasily. A creeping suspicion took hold. The woman dining with Dolores… Could she really be Linsey? If she was, then it meant Collin, Dolores, and even Dustin had all been covering for her—hiding her identity.
But why? What were they trying to keep from her? Were they deliberately leaving her out? A sharp gleam entered Haven’s eyes.
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