Chapter 935

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Kase’s face darkened with irritation as he snapped at Haven. “Sit down quickly! Don’t forget to greet our honored guests.”
“Understood,” Haven replied with a slight nod, her tone respectful.
Watching the exchange unfold, Linsey felt a strange knot of emotions tighten in her chest.
She hadn’t expected Haven—so graceful and confident in public—to appear so meek at home.
It became clear to Linsey that Kase truly had a hold over Haven.
While Linsey was still caught up in her thoughts, a sudden, piercing stare caught her attention.
She turned her head in confusion and met a pair of wide, shocked eyes.
Joanne quickly looked away, startled, and whispered in a small voice, “I’m sorry.”
Linsey responded with a soft shake of her head, “Don’t worry about it.”
Though they had never met before, Linsey couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something oddly intense about the way Joanne had looked at her.
What Linsey didn’t realize was that Joanne was completely overwhelmed by what she saw.
Joanne was so stunned that her breathing had become uneven.
She was in disbelief—Linsey resembled Jeffery far too closely.
At that moment, Haven wasn’t paying any attention to Joanne’s reaction.
After settling into her seat, she glanced toward Linsey, her expression difficult to read.
The moment her eyes met Linsey’s steady stare, a flicker of panic made her look away. She shifted her focus toward Collin instead.
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“Collin, did you have something you wanted to talk to me about today?” Haven asked softly, her voice gentle, and her smile still as pleasant as ever.
She behaved as though Linsey wasn’t even there.
To any observer, seeing Linsey and Collin side by side would naturally suggest they had already patched things up.
Still, Haven chose to act unaware, clearly avoiding any confrontation or direct acknowledgment.
Collin, however, had no intention of sparing Haven’s feelings. He cast a cold, detached glance her way, and the moment he spoke, Haven’s expression froze.
“Back at the auction banquet, I placed a winning bid on a necklace called the Star of the Desert—a gift meant for my girl. Tell me, have you seen it anywhere?”
“A necklace?” Kase, unaware of the deeper issue, brushed it off casually. “So you misplaced something expensive. Isn’t that a matter for the police? Why bring it up here?”
He shot Collin a look of irritation, completely missing Haven’s growing unease that was creeping across her face.
Collin kept his composure and calmly replied, “If I didn’t have proof, I wouldn’t have brought my girl here in the first place.”
Haven’s heartbeat quickened at his words, a sudden jolt of panic hitting her.
Collin turned to his assistant, who handed him several photographs. He began placing them one by one on the coffee table.
The first photo captured a moment from the CR Corporation auction—inside a velvet-lined case rested the Star of the Desert, glittering with brilliance and precision-cut diamonds.
The next image showed Haven smiling proudly, a necklace draped around her neck, impossible to miss.
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