?Chapter 1075:
Panic gripped him so tightly that Harold couldn’t manage a single word.
Linsey’s voice, calm and almost teasing, broke through the silence. “Oh, one more thing. My fiancé founded CR Corporation. I’m sure you’ve heard of him, right? Maybe you’re wondering why the police haven’t dragged me away yet?”
A thin beam of sunlight caught the de, making it sh menacingly just inches from Harold’s eyes.
Horror widened his eyes, and as Linsey’s words settled in, he turned even paler.
He was left stunned, unable to respond, caught up in disbelief. Doubt clouded his mind. Harold just couldn’t ept Linsey’s im, certain that Shari could never have connections that influential.
Convinced Linsey was bluffing, Harold clung to his stubborn denial, his breathsing in short, ragged bursts. Stiff as a board, he stared Linsey down and finally shouted, “Somebody call 911!”
In his mind, the bystanders were fools for buying into Linsey’s act. He couldn’t bring himself to ept that she might actually be telling the truth.
Linsey watched Harold squirm, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes as the fear on his face grew more obvious with every second.
Stillpletelyposed, she addressed the rest of the ward. “If you’re still not sure, there’s no need to panic. Just check CR Corporation’s official website or social media ounts. You’ll see my face right there.”
Linsey’s voice remained even. She was unruffled by Harold’s usations, exuding a quiet confidence.
Her poised manner reassured those in the ward, making her ims seem more credible.
After all, who in Grester would dare falsely dere themselves the fiancée of CR Corporation’s founder?
Beyond that, Linsey’s captivating beauty andmanding presence marked her as anything but ordinary.
Spurred by intrigue, several onlookers pulled out their phones, eagerly searching for CR Corporation’s social media profile.
Harold, realizing the focus had shifted from his safety to Linsey’s identity, erupted in anger.
“Have you all lost it?” he yelled, voice thick with frustration. “This woman’s got a knife! She’s here to kill me! Why aren’t you calling the police?”
A dismissive voice cut through his tirade. “You abused your wife and daughter. Why should we save you? She hasn’t even done anything yet. Why the panic?”
Linsey’s earlier words lingered in their minds.
Since Harold’s admission to the ward, whispers of his behavior had spread—berating and striking his wife in public, even trying to forcibly drag her from the restaurant where she worked. Such shameful acts earned him nothing but scorn.
Harold’s eyes bulged as he snapped, “What was that? Say it again!” No sooner had he shouted than the tip of a fruit knife angled toward his face.
He froze, not daring to flinch, certain that any sudden move would draw blood from the de hovering inches away.
Regardless of whether the police woulde to arrest Linsey, he had no intention of suffering more injuries. After all, his private parts were still in pain.
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