Chapter 141 I Could Lend


    A Hand


    Everyone had expected Coen to explode, to have Linsey escorted out without a second thought. But instead, he looked...


    concerned.


    The rumors about her had already swept through the office like wildfire-there was no way he hadn''t heard them.


    "I''m feeling much better now," she said, keeping her voice steady.


    Coen gave a small nod. "Good. Then head back to your desk and get some rest.” His tone was gentle, almost careful.


    As soon as she settled into her chair, a few coworkers inched closer, their curiosity barely concealed. One of them finally


    asked, "Linsey, why is Coen being so... nice to you? We thought="


    The sentence trailed off, thick with unspoken questions. But Linsey knew what they meant. They weren''t just asking about


    Coen. They wanted to know why she still had a job.


    Linsey met their prying eyes with a faint smile, effortlessly sidestepping the unspoken question. "I''m sure Coen has his


    reasons."


    When it became clear she wouldn''t say more, their excitement withered into disappointment. They exchanged nces,


    their lips twisting in frustration at the lost gossip.


    A short distance away, Cynthia watched, her nails biting into her palm. Not only had Linsey emerged unscathed, but Coen


    had openly shown her concern. The injustice of it burned in Cynthia''s chest, slow and simmering.


    Beside her, a colleague hesitated before leaning in. "Cynthia, do you have any idea why Coen is treating Linsey like that?"


    Cynthia''s jaw tightened. Her voice was sharp enough to cut. "Why?"


    The colleague''s eyes gleamed with intrigue as they leaned in, lowering their voice. "Word is, Coen had dinner with Antheast night, and she personally insisted that Linsey stay. That was why he didn''t push her out. Think about it-someone like Anthea? No way Coen would dare go against her."


    Cynthia''s breath hitched, disbelief flickering across her face.


    Linsey, that lucky! Even now, Anthea was shielding her.


    Cynthia inhaled sharply, her expression twisting with frustration.


    Meanwhile, Linsey shook off the whispers and headed to the conference room, determined to buckle down and finish the final product with her team.


    During her lunch break, Linsey found her thoughts drifting back to Anthea standing up for her.


    She hadn''t lied to Coen-since she took on Anthea''s design project, every conversation between them had been strictly business.


    Chapter 1411 Could Lend A Hand


    Anthea was always poised, neither particrly warm nor distant.


    Their rtionship was purely professional, the kind shared between a designer and a client.


    Had she really intervened just because she admired Linsey''s work?


    It wasn''t out of the question...


    Then, out of nowhere, a different name surfaced in her mind-Collin.


    Could Collin have had a hand in this? He did mention that Anthea was an old friend of his mother''s.


    Linsey turned the thought over in her mind, but no matter how she looked at it, the pieces didn''t quite fit.


    In the end, she decided the only thing to do was thank Anthea directly. "Mrs. kely, I really appreciate you speaking up for me with Coen. Thank you for giving me the chance to stay."


    Ten long minutes passed before Anthea replied. Her message was brief, her tone asposed as ever. "I simply didn''t want to rece a designer at such a crucial point. Your work speaks for itself-otherwise, I wouldn''t have bothered."


    The words were almost identical to what Coen had told her.


    Linsey responded with practiced politeness. "Of course, Mrs. kely. I''ll make sure to give it my all."


    For the rest of the day, she tuned out the nasty rumors circting online and poured every ounce of her focus into her work.


    By the next morning, the gown was finallyplete.


    Per the agreement, she needed to deliver it to Anthea in person.


    "When you see Antheater, be sure to pass along my regards," Coen said, watching intently as Linsey carefully packed the gown.


    Linsey gave a quick nod. "Of course, Coen."


    Just then, Cynthia approached with a pleasant smile. In front of Coen, she casually suggested, "Linsey, it might be a hassle going alone. How about Ie with you? I could lend a hand."


    Coen nced at Cynthia and chimed in, "That''s kind of you, Cynthia. Alright, you can join her."


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