Chapter 904

 904:
“Linsey Brooks?” Dustin turned toward Haven, his eyebrows drawn together. “You didn’t know she’s Collin’s ex-wife? I figured that was common knowledge around Grester.”
The subtle shift in Haven’s expression didn’t go unnoticed. She had assumed Collin would keep that detail under wraps. After all, during their last shared dinner, no one had introduced Linsey by name, let alone explained who she truly was.
Dustin’s sudden openness caught her slightly off guard. For a brief second, Haven wasn’t sure what to make of their shift in tone. Still, she didn’t linger on it. She had already done what she came to do—drop the news, and that was enough. In her mind, Collin would naturally assume Linsey had agreed to marry Gorman of her own choice.
And once that seed was planted, she expected it to take root and grow into distance. Especially with the next phase of her plan already in motion, she was confident. Even if Collin still held onto Linsey emotionally, circumstances would push him to let go.
“His ex-wife?” Haven echoed with a soft smile, her eyes sliding toward Collin. “He’s mentioned her once or twice, but I never got the chance to know much about her.”
After a brief pause, Haven adopted a polite, almost apologetic tone. “Collin, I didn’t know earlier. It seems you won’t be able to join me to see Ms. Brooks try on wedding dresses.”
Collin didn’t flinch. His face remained unreadable, and his voice carried a cool edge. “Given our rocky past, and the fact she’s about to marry someone else, I don’t think it’s my place to be there.”
Without missing a beat, Dustin added his agreement. “Right, plus we’ve got a key meeting this afternoon. There’s barely time to attend our own events, let alone someone else’s bridal fitting. Besides, we and the Green family haven’t exactly been friendly. It’s doubtful we’ll even get invited to Gorman’s wedding.”
𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 ⧼gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽𝖼𝗈𝗺
A soft smile curved Haven’s lips as she replied gently, “That’s okay. I understand.”
Sensing the right moment, she rose from her seat and spoke with practiced grace. “In that case, I’ll let you get back to work. Please enjoy the snacks I brought.”
Then, with a parting smile, she exited the office, and the quiet click of the door signaled her departure.
Moments later, an assistant stepped inside and leaned closer, whispering, “Ms. Brooks has left.”
Dustin turned to Collin with a look of gravity. “What’s the plan now?”
Collin took a breath, letting a few seconds pass before responding. His voice was low and commanding. “Send a team to follow Haven. We need to know exactly where Gorman’s taking Linsey to try on wedding dresses. And keep digging. Locate Gorman’s hidden residence. If he brings Linsey out this afternoon, there’s a good chance the child will be left behind. Make sure the child is protected.”
“I’ll take care of it immediately,” Dustin said with a firm nod, already preparing to move.
Sure enough, by two in the afternoon, Gorman emerged from the villa with Linsey in tow—her first time outside in two days.
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