Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 94

Chapter 94 I'm Willing To

Trust You

Although she had taken a liking to Linsey, Anthea wasn't one to rely on first impressions. She needed to see for herself if Linsey truly lived up to Collin's praise.

Easing the conversation back to business, Anthea offered a knowing smile. "Don't worry. If I had any doubts about you, I wouldn't have let you through the door."

She let a beat of silence linger, taking an unhurried sip of her coffee before speaking again, her voice carrying quiet authority. "But let me be clear-my expectations for designers are uncompromising. I'm willing to give you a chance, but if you fall short, I won't hesitate to walk away."

Linsey met her gaze without wavering, a flicker of certainty in her eyes. "Mrs. Blakely, I have absolute confidence in my work. Trust me I'll deliver results that won't just meet your expectations but surpass them."

Anthea let out a light chuckle. "I've lost count of how many times I've heard promises like that. If you want me to take this

seriously, you'll need to show me something real."

Linsey barely hesitated before flashing a confident smile. "That's simple enough."

reached into her bag, pulled out a thick folder, and handed it over. "Mrs. Blakely, these are designs I've

they should give you a

as she took the folder, flipping through the pages with

with quiet conviction. "To be completely honest, Mrs.

on a client project before. You would be my first, and I don't take this opportunity lightly. I truly

deliver a design that

flipped through the pages, admiration slowly flickered across her face, her

chance out of respect for Collin. But now,

she felt something shift. Linsey wasn't just promising talent-she was proving

in the folder were arranged in chronological order, tracing

tethered to the influence of other designers. Yet as the pages turned, so did her confidence. Her strokes grew bolder, her lines more intentional, and her designs

Own

volumes about her dedication. Every sketch, every revision, was proof

flipping through each page with careful attention. When she finally reached the last design, she closed

up again, admiration flickered unmistakably in her

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