Chapter 912

 912:
Linsey felt the sting of emotion build within her, and tears began to form in her eyes.
So, the words he had spoken earlier were sincere and not just toying with her.
He had no intention of marrying Haven, nor had he fallen for another woman.
After all these years, his heart still belonged to her.
Linsey didn’t even realize when the first tear fell, her eyes brimming with emotions she had kept hidden for so long.
The next moment, Gorman seized Linsey’s chin with savage intensity.
“Linsey!” Collin’s eyes flew wide as he lunged forward to rescue her from Gorman’s grip.
“Stop!” Gorman snarled, his fingers sliding from Linsey’s chin to encircle her delicate throat, his voice crystallizing into something glacial. “Collin, dare take another step, and you’ll live to regret it.”
Collin froze mid-stride, his expression hardening into a mask of dread, his gaze riveted to the brutal fingers Gorman had clamped around Linsey’s neck.
Dustin remained ominously silent, his thoughts racing. He had to buy more time. Yet, how could he stand by and watch Linsey face such peril?
Driven by the thought, Collin casually slipped his hand into his pocket, his fingers connecting with something solid and reassuring. Meanwhile, a contingent of Gorman’s men emerged from the stairwell, forming a menacing perimeter around the group. Each man brandished a gleaming pistol.
“Nobody moves! Stay exactly where you are!”
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Terror rippled through the shop assistants, who huddled together like frightened birds, their screams piercing the tense atmosphere. At the sight of the weapons, color drained from the faces throughout the room, leaving everyone paralyzed with fear, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.
A dangerous shadow passed across Collin’s features. This escalation confirmed his suspicion that Gorman hadn’t escorted Linsey here for the innocent purpose of bridal gown shopping.
Seemingly oblivious to Collin’s subtle movements, Gorman roughly yanked Linsey’s face toward his own. Beneath her racing heart, Linsey mastered her panicked breathing and steadily raised her gaze to meet Gorman’s nearly maniacal expression.
“You’re crying? You’re actually crying?” Gorman barely contained his fury, veins threatening to burst beneath bloodshot eyes. His lips twisted into a contemptuous smile that failed to mask the anguish beneath. A hollow laugh escaped him before he hissed, “Linsey, did Collin’s pathetic declaration move you so deeply?”
Linsey gazed at Gorman’s contorted features, teetering between hysteria and despair. The mental fog that had clouded her for so long suddenly lifted with terrifying clarity.
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