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    She drew in a shaky breath before continuing, “That day, when I visited your home, I saw the ne. I thought… maybe it was your way of surprising me.”


    Before she could say more, Collin let out a cold, mockingugh. Worse than the sound was the way he looked at her—cold, cutting, unforgiving.


    Her words caught in her throat, and the fragile expression she had managed to wear vanished in an instant.


    The weight of his presence pressed down on her, leaving herpletely powerless to respond.


    Even the Walton household staff, scattered quietly around the room, stiffened so much that not a single one of them dared to breathe.


    Not a single sound echoed through the room—only the frantic rhythm of Haven’s heartbeat filled her ears.


    Not even Kase had words to fill the stillness, a flicker of difort tightening in his chest.


    Right when it seemed Collin might explode in fury, Linsey, who had remained silent until now, gently reached for his sleeve.


    “Collin, you’re scaring everyone,” she said, her voice soft as a breeze, melting the tension carved across his face.


    A small smile tugged at Collin’s lips as he nced over at Linsey. With a slight lift of his brow, he asked in a low voice, “Did I startle you too?”


    With a yful nce, Linsey gave him a look that was part scolding, part fondness. Her eyes told him clearly—she would take it from here. Catching her signal, Collin didn’t say another word. He simply lowered his head and brushed his fingers gently along hers.


    The sight left everyone in the room frozen—Haven included. Witnessing Collin, the feared powerhouse of Grester, show such unfiltered affection was nothing short of shocking.


    No one in Grester had ever seen Collin like this. People spoke of his ruthlessness and strength, not this version of him—tender andpletely taken.


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    Jealousy twisted inside Haven as she watched the interaction unfold.


    Everything Linsey had now was supposed to be hers.


    In just a few seconds, all that envy she had tried to bury came flooding back.


    The fear she had felt toward Collin gave way to something darker, and her eyes locked onto Linsey, brimming with spite.


    Linsey noticed. Calm andposed, she returned Haven’s gaze without flinching, fully aware of what was behind it.


    Rather than respond with irritation, she let a small, knowing smile lift the corners of her mouth.


    A flicker of tension crossed Haven’s face, her brows knitting the moment she heard those words.


    Without sparing a nce at Collin’s hand toying with hers, Linsey began to speak, her voice calm but deliberate. “Ms. Walton, I assume you realize we didn’te all this way just to take back the Star of the Desert.”


    The mention made Haven’s heart lurch. Instantly, her mind flew to the one thing she hoped wouldn’t be brought up—Gorman’s sudden death. Right on cue, Linsey’s tone deepened, a weight settling into each word. “As Collin exined earlier, it’s reckless to use someone of theft without solid proof…”


    She paused. Her eyes, cool and measured,nded on Haven once more.


    “Or a murderer.”


    The final word struck a nerve with Haven.


    She reacted violently, shouting angrily, “What are you trying to say, Linsey? Are you using me of murder now?”


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