Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 660 Beats Sitting Around Doing Nothing

Dolores blinked, visibly stunned by what she had just heard.

Of all people, she hadn't expected Collin to be the one behind the delivery of fresh gloves to Linsey.

A flurry of questions raced through her mind. Had he somehow already guessed that Linsey was Contestant No.

3?

The idea seemed unlikely-completely implausible, even. The competition was built on strict anonymity. Only the assigned staffer knew which designer occupied which booth.

Still, the longer she mulled it over, the more uneasy she became. At that moment, the urge to march into the venue and pull Linsey out surged within her.

Without wasting time, she turned to the staff member and asked, "Does the founder of the CR Corporation know that Aurora is the designer representing my firm?"

Upon hearing that, the staff member quickly responded with confident certainty, "Ms. Davidson, I can promise you we've followed the anonymous competition guidelines to the letter. Each company's representative is only aware of their own designer's booth. There's absolutely no way for them to identify the designers from other companies!"

After a short breath, the staffer added, "It's likely he just saw a designer struggling and felt compelled to help. That's probably all it was."

Dolores gave a dry, skeptical laugh. There was no way Collin, of all people, would go out of his way for a stranger simply out of goodwill.

inside a private lounge, Dustin had just walked an event organizer out the door after yet another round of

his friend on the sofa, curiosity etched across

eyes stayed locked on

confused frown, Dustin scratched

Collin doing helping a designer

the fact that Collin had

it, Dustin kept his questions to himself and

silence.

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Dustin shifted his

if there was something special-something distinct-about this designer that had captured

the idea that Collin believed this designer could potentially outshine Arthur, the seasoned expert they had flown in

him as ridiculous almost

fashion world. Surely, someone still in the middle of dyeing a basic

he dismissed the notion,