Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275 I’ll Be Waiting At Rayhill Hotel

Linsey was utterly absorbed in a video when the unexpected jangle of her phone made her flinch.

Regaining her composure, she answered the phone.

On the other end, a voice floated through, gentle and soothing, a stark contrast to Collin’s typically robust and resonant

tones. This voice was mellower, almost tender.

“Is this Linsey?” the man inquired, the words simple yet somehow stirring a curious warmth in her.

Who was this? The voice was unfamiliar, yet oddly comforting.

“Yeah, that’s me. What’s this about?” Linsey replied, her voice tinged with a subtle bewilderment, her brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

From the other side, Gorman’s heart swelled with a sudden rush of familiarity and an inexplicable warmth bloomed in his

chest.

He let out a soft chuckle, the sound warm and inviting. “It’s been so long. Have you really forgotten me?”

He understood her confusion. After all, during the brief, crucial moments Linsey had saved him, he had been barely

conscious, his world a blur.

It made sense that she wouldn’t recognize his voice now.

Yet, he couldn’t resist the playful tease, eager to bridge the gap that time had stretched between them.

Linsey’s brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes narrowing with a flicker of suspicion.

“Who exactly are you?” she demanded, her voice tinged with skepticism.

She was now utterly convinced that she had no idea who was on the other end of the call.

Gorman, on his side, kept his tone even and patient. “You really want to know who I am?” he teased lightly. “You’ll know

soon enough when we meet. Tonight at seven, I’ll be waiting at Rayhill Hotel. We can catch up…”

He was cut off abruptly by the stark “beep” of the line going dead, leaving his words hanging in the air.

Gorman gaped at his phone, his face a mix of astonishment and indignation.

Did a woman just hang up on him? Unbelievable. That had never happened to him–not once in his entire damn life.

Meanwhile, Linsey tossed her phone aside and let out a scoff, returning to her video app with a dismissive snicker.

“Where do these scammers get off?” she mused aloud, her tone icy. “They’re getting bolder by the day, even daring to target someone like me.”

Scammers put on the perfect act–rich, loving, and trustworthy–until they had a girl wrapped around their finger and her money in their pocket.

It was the same number.