Chapter 143 How Are Things Going At CR...


    Anthea''s frown deepened, her voice icy as she rebuked Cynthia. "This creation is Linsey''s masterpiece. If I''m going to have


    someone help me try it on, it better be her. Your involvementcks the intimate knowledge of its nuances. Just think about the mess it would cause if handled the wrong way."


    Her words sliced through the air, leaving Cynthia momentarily stunned, her expression crumpling into an ufortable


    mix of surprise and embarrassment.


    Yet, unwilling to stir further discord, Cynthia mustered a strained smile. "You''re absolutely right, Mrs. kely."


    Dismissing Cynthia with nothing more than a sharp turn of her head, Anthea beckoned Linsey. "Well, it''s about time. Let''s


    proceed with the fitting."


    "Of course," Linsey agreed, her tone respectful as she followed Anthea''s lead upstairs.


    Trailing behind, two maids handled the exquisite dress with utmost care, their steps measured and silent.


    Cynthia was left in the echo of their departure, her cheeks burning with suppressed rage.


    That fucking bitch Linsey! No doubt Linsey ran her mouth and trashed her to Anthea earlier!


    That damn woman had no idea what wasing-she was going to wish Linsey never pulled this shit!


    Meanwhile, upstairs, Linsey and Anthea entered a secluded room.


    The maids, with reverent gestures, draped the dress on a stand and discreetly exited, ensuring that Linsey and Anthea had the room to themselves.


    Anthea recalled Cynthia''s antics with a mixture of amusement and disdain.


    They were so tantly obvious. Even after all these years, it baffled her that Cynthia still thought her motives were hidden.


    Engaging with Cynthia, even briefly, was draining.


    Anthea couldn''t help but sympathize with Linsey, who had likely borne the brunt of Cynthia''s scheming far more directly.


    Her thoughts softened as she observed Linsey carefully adjusting her dress, her movements delicate and precise.


    Anthea had been a lifelong friend of Collin''s mother and had always held a


    maternal affection for Collin, almost considering him a son.


    She had resigned herself to the idea of him remaining solitary for life, yet here he


    was, having found Linsey, a truly exceptional woman.


    This revtion had stirred a protective instinct in Anthea.


    Seeking to break the contemtive quiet, Anthea inquired in a warm, concerned tone, "How are things going at CR


    0.0%


    Chapter 143 How Are Things Going At CR Corporation


    Corporation? Are you fitting in well with your coworkers?"


    Linsey responded with a gentle smile that lit up her features, “Quite well, actually."


    Anthea released a skeptical hum, her eyebrows arching in doubt. She said, her toneced with suspicion, "I''m not entirely


    convinced. Consider the woman who were with you today. Her actions were tantly calcted-she''s obviously trying to


    charm her way into my good graces."


    She then added, "I reviewed the list of designers Coen sent over for this project, and there''s no mention of a Cynthia.


    What''s her role here then? Watch yourself. Don''t you fear that one day I might prefer coborating with her over you?"


    Linsey straightened her posture, her expression serene and self-assured as she responded, "Mrs. kely, I have full


    confidence in my skills and your discernment. I''m sure you''ll make the wisest choice."


    A chuckle escaped Anthea, amused by Linsey''s poised reply. She yfully prodded, "Oh, so if I end up not choosing you, are


    you suggesting I have poor judgment?"


    Linsey''s lips curved into a sly smile as she swiftly rified. "Not at all, Mrs. kely. You''ve misunderstood; I only mean to


    express my trust in your decision-making."


    Anthea was reassured by Linsey''s astute rebuttal, her initial doubts about Cynthia beginning to wane. Observing Linsey''sposure and cleverness, she felt increasingly confident that Cynthia was unlikely to pose any real threat.


    If anything, it was Cynthia who needed to be wary and quit messing with Linsey before things got worse.


    "Alright, let''s try on the dress. I''ve been eagerly anticipating this all day," Anthea dered, her voice bubbling with


    enthusiasm.


    Before long, Linsey was assisting Anthea into the stunning gown.


    Standing before the mirror, Anthea twirled gracefully, a radiant smile illuminating her face as she admired her reflection, utterly delighted with her look.


    100.0%