Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16 You’re All Too

Loud

Linsey’s first impression of Collin was of a man dressed sharply in a wedding suit, seated in a wheelchair with an air of

quiet authority.

Despite the humiliating situation of being abandoned at the altar, he hadn’t shown a flicker of unease or frustration.

A spark of inspiration struck Linsey.

She wanted to design something for him–something that mirrored his composed and dignified presence.

A small smile formed on her lips as she picked up a pen and began sketching with practiced ease.

Half an hour later, Cynthia rose to her feet, exuding confidence. She strode toward the interviewers, holding her design as

if it were a masterpiece.

“All done.” She flashed the interviewers a self–assured smile as she handed over her sketch. “Cynthia Keller. My name’s in

the bottom right corner.”

The interviewers accepted it with polite professionalism. “Thank you. You may wait outside.”

The other candidates exchanged uneasy glances. Cynthia had finished already? Only thirty minutes had passed, and most

of them weren’t even halfway through their sketches.

Completing a design in just half an hour seemed almost impossible. Their growing anxiety rippled through the room.

“What do I do? I still have so much left to sketch.”

“I shouldn’t have picked this concept. It’s too late to start over now.”

“This is a disaster. I’m completely screwed.”

The restless murmurs prompted one of the interviewers to issue a sharp reminder. “Please maintain silence. You have

twenty–seven minutes remaining.”

Linsey, oblivious to Cynthia’s early submission, remained engrossed in her work, her pen moving steadily across the page.

As the minutes ticked by, the others gradually completed their designs and turned them in, filing out one by one.

With just a minute left, Linsey was the only candidate still seated in the room.

An interviewer glanced at the clock. “You have fifty seconds remaining.”

“I see,” Linsey murmured, her voice steady as she signed her name at the bottom of her design. She rose from her seat and walked forward, placing her work on the desk. “I’m done. Thank you.”

The interviewer gave her a small nod of acknowledgment.

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