Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 I hope I’m Not Intruding

The next morning, Linsey stepped into the office, ready to tackle the day.

She hadn’t even settled in when Cynthia strolled over, a smirk barely hiding her amusement. “Linsey, I heard you stayed late last night. Honestly, I half–expected you to call in sick.”

Linsey glanced up from her desk, instantly picking up on the mockery in Cynthia’s voice.

It was obvious–Cynthia had already decided she would fail this deal. This sudden show of concern was just an excuse to rub it in.

Keeping her expression neutral, Linsey met her gaze and said coolly, “Cynthia, let’s not waste time pretending we like each other. We both know better.”

Tilting her head slightly, she said with a hint of amusement, “If I hadn’t come in, who would have handled the client? You? Are you sure you’re up to the task?”

A flicker of irritation crossed Cynthia’s face. Linsey had the audacity to question her abilities!

Scoffing, Cynthia crossed her arms. “Don’t be so full of yourself, Linsey. Just because you’re confident doesn’t mean you’ll pull this off.”

“Actually, I know I will,” Linsey replied without hesitation.

Cynthia let out a sharp laugh, her eyes flashing with disdain. “Keep dreaming. Before you joined CR Corporation, you had no real experience. You only outperformed me in the interview by sheer luck. Do you really think that luck won’t run out?” Her voice dropped to a steely whisper as she added, “I’ll be right here when you finally crash and burn.”

With that, she turned on her heel and strode away.

Defeated in their exchange, Cynthia chose to step back and watch events unfold.

Once her morning tasks were complete, Linsey reached for her phone and dialed Anthea Blakely, the client tied to her current deal, hoping to set up a meeting.

Minutes passed, yet the call remained unanswered.

Determined not to waste time, she made a decision after lunch–to visit Anthea’s home in person. A face–to–face introduction might give her the edge she needed.

Unbeknownst to her, Anthea was already entertaining an unexpected visitor.

“Mrs. Blakely, I hope I’m not intruding,” said Collin, his tone courteous yet firm.