Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 25

hapter 25 Cynthia, Are You Alright

Cynthia stood frozen, utterly shocked. When she finally snapped back to reality, she found herself soaked in coff appearance thoroughly disheveled. “Linsey!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage.

She had never imagined Linsey would lash out so brazenly.

Her cheeks burned with humiliation and fury as she stared at Linsey, teetering on the edge of an emotional collapse.

Today, of all days, she had chosen to wear her most elegant, professionally tailored outfit to make a strong impressi CR Corporation. Her hair was styled to perfection, and her makeup was meticulously applied-all of which was now r by Linsey.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Cynthia's voice cracked as she roared, her eyes welling up with tears not just of frustra but sheer indignation.

The office fell into a stunned silence, their colleagues' eyes wide with disbelief. A few rushed over with tissues, dabl gently at Cynthia's face, trying to soothe the sting of coffee in her eyes.

"Cynthia, please, wipe it away."

"Linsey, what was that supposed to mean?" another colleague demanded, frowning deeply. Linsey stood there, an ee calmness to her demeanor that bordered on unsettling.

reaction seems quite extreme," one of

and finally made her move. Her eyelids fluttered with a feigned innocence as she murmured, "M too. I was just as shocked when my own clothes were splashed, and before I knew it, I'd clumsily

she did."

dripped with contrived sweetness, each word deliberately spaced as she bestowed a mock apologetic smile upo Cynthia.

bosom rising and falling with barely controlled fury. Her eyes sparked with an intense, scorching wrath, the kind that fantasized about wringing Linsey's neck right then

and admired by everyone she met. The thought

hurled vile curses at Linsey, but the overt rage left her lips quivering, struggling to

perceptive of Cynthia's simmering rage, felt a perverse thrill

glinting with mock sympathy as she leisurely surveyed Cynthia's ensemble. "Oh dear," she drawled,

it's managed to devastate your beautiful attire. Perhaps, Cynthia, it

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as she discarded her pretense of a smile and

heel to leave.