Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 893:

But before Collin could say a word, Dolores yanked her arm from Dustin’s grasp and snapped, her voice laced with ice, “A plan? Look at him! Do you see any urgency in his face? He’s not even trying to save them.” She tossed a pointed, frosty glance toward Collin, her eyes gleaming with accusation. “In my opinion,” she said, her voice sharp, “his head is filled with Haven right now. They’re about to get married, after all.”

Her eyes locked onto Collin, and her voice grew more cutting with every syllable. “Yes, you’re the father of Linsey’s children. But that does not mean Linsey wants you back. I never said she did. And you—already engaged in an arranged marriage—need to stop feeding her fantasies. Even if she survives Gorman, nothing changes. So do not even think about using this to seduce her into becoming your mistress.”

The words hung in the air like smoke—caustic, unrelenting. Dustin flinched. He tried to interject, desperate to cool the rising heat. “Dolores, that’s a misunderstanding. There’s absolutely nothing going on between Collin and Haven—”

But Collin stood abruptly, his chair scraping back with quiet finality. Though his face remained unreadable, something cold shifted behind his eyes. “This is not the time for personal explanations,” he said, his voice controlled and calm, almost too calm.

Instead of rising to Dolores’ challenge, he addressed her with polite distance. “Zander trusts you, and so do I. Keep him safe. Dustin and I will take care of the rescue.”

like that, the subject was

tuned for more

taken aback. For a moment, she almost thought he was deliberately dodging her accusations. But even she couldn’t argue with his reasoning. Linsey and Zenia were in danger, and time was not on

Dolores clenched her fists

would make sure she saw

and melted into the city’s labyrinth of streets. Inside, Collin and Dustin sat

after, a subordinate, behind the wheel, spoke up. “Mr. Riley, we’ve checked every lead. Gorman’s trail went cold after he left the hotel with Ms. Brooks this morning. He switched vehicles several times. We scoured the

tight. “That bastard planned this too well. Even

a cold exterior. A beat of silence passed. Then, he said in a