Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144 I Trust My

Instincts

Anthea’s fingers brushed lightly over the gown’s hem, her face radiating joy. “It’s been ages since I felt this happy,” she said.

“I knew I’d chosen the right designer.”

Seeing Anthea’s delight, Linsey felt her own happiness swell. “Mrs. Blakely, please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything at all in the future,” she offered.

Anthea nodded. “I’m attending a banquet overseas the day after tomorrow, so I’ll need to leave in the afternoon to prepare,”

she explained.

She glanced at Linsey. “I’ll express my gratitude properly when I return. But for now, I need to pack, so I won’t detain you

any longer.”

“Of course,” Linsey replied. After a brief pause, she added sincerely, “Mrs. Blakely, thank you for choosing me. Without your support, I’m not sure I would still be at CR Corporation.”

Anthea chuckled, taking Linsey’s hand in hers. With a hint of pride, she said, “Well, I do have a knack for spotting talent. I knew you were exceptional the moment I chose you.”

Then, with a knowing look, she added, “Your husband clearly has excellent taste as well. Anyone who doubts you is simply

blind, so don’t let their opinions bother you.”

Linsey was both touched and surprised by Anthea’s words of support.

She realized Anthea must have seen the rumors circulating online.

Linsey hadn’t expected Anthea to trust her so readily. Others would likely have questioned her character based on the

rumors.

“even after seeing those rumors, you still believe in me?” Linsey asked, her voice thick with emotion.

Anthea snorted softly and patted Linsey’s shoulder. “I trust my instincts,” she said. “You’re not that kind of person.”

Linsey’s eyes welled up, and she whispered, “Thank you, Mrs. Blakely.”

After bidding Anthea farewell, Linsey headed downstairs, ready to leave.

“Let’s go,” Linsey said to Cynthia.

Cynthia’s eyes widened in disbelief and frustration. She remained seated, refusing to move.

“We’ve only just arrived, and we haven’t even finished our coffee. It’s rude to leave so soon!” Cynthia protested.

Linsey glanced at Cynthia calmly and said indifferently, “Then stay and finish your coffee. I’m going back to the office.”

She looked at Cynthia with a detached expression and said, “Cynthia, let’s be absolutely clear. I am the lead designer for Mrs. Blakely’s gown, working alongside the other designers in our office. You have no part in this project. You insisted on accompanying me today; I certainly didn’t invite you.”

She then added, “And frankly, Mrs. Blakely’s treatment of you is of no interest to me. So, please, stop projecting your own negative thoughts onto me.”

Cynthia was escorted off the premises.