Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

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.

design in just half an hour seemed almost

I do? I still have so much left

have picked this concept. It's too late to start

is a disaster. I'm

of the interviewers to issue a sharp reminder. "Please maintain silence. You

twenty-seven minutes remaining."

in her work, her pen moving steadily

by, the others gradually completed their designs and turned them in,

minute left, Linsey was the

glanced at the clock. "You have

see," Linsey murmured, her voice steady as she signed

walked forward, placing her work

a small

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20:17

You're

leaned against the wall, letting out a

moment to taunt her. "Linsey, what took you so long? Did they throw

sycophants who had rallied behind Cynthia earlier eagerly

interviewers

she just scribbled something

shot them a cold look and snapped,

closed her eyes, refusing to

fists, seething, but with CR Corporation's staff nearby,

and glare in silence.

designs, the interviewers began sorting through them, matching the strongest pieces with resumes to determine the

wait felt endless. When the interviewers finally emerged,

having rested for a bit, suddenly felt