Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1293: Linsey's mind flashed to Collin's words. "I only landed a few punches, and the guy couldn't handle it. He coughed up some blood on my shirt, so I sent him straight to the hospital." While she was lost in thought, a colleague's voice broke through. "Linsey? You okay?" Snapping back, Linsey feigned ignorance and shook her head. Then she asked, "Is Joanna around?" The group pointed in unison toward a closed office door. Linsey's gaze followed, her brows furrowing slightly as if something had irritated her. "Are you alright, Linsey?" a colleague asked gently.

"I'm fine," she replied. "Everyone, back to work. I'll handle her myself." "Okay," they agreed, scattering to their tasks. Linsey strode toward the office, spotting a sign on the door-Joanna Saunders, Design Director. The name stung her eyes. Once, it would have broken her heart. Now, though, she felt only a bitter amusement, a wry smirk curling her lips. This used to be her office, a place that once felt like her own. She hadn't been gone long, yet Felix had wasted no time. Without even consulting her, he had handed Joanna her position, as if she could be replaced so easily.

As if that weren't enough, they had put Joanna's name on the door for everyone to see. Linsey couldn't believe Felix had the nerve to make a woman with no real design talent the director. Annoyance flared within her, and without a second thought, she ripped down the sign and marched right in. The timing was almost cinematic. No sooner had Linsey stepped inside than Joanna's voice echoed through the office, sharp and demanding as she scolded her assistant. "Is it really that hard to follow instructions? I asked for less ice!

This coffee is freezing!" g Ɐ lnσ ν ℓs․com, your storytelling home Flustered, the assistant stammered, "Joanna, I asked them for less ice. I'm sorry, I can get you a new one if you'd like." Joanna slammed her cup down, her irritation only growing. "At your pace, I'll die of thirst before you're back." "Then I..." The assistant began to suggest another solution, but Joanna cut her off, cold as ever. "You just lost your perfect attendance bonus for this month." "Please, Joanna, don't do that!" the assistant pleaded, panic rising in her voice.

"Last time you took away half my salary, and now my attendance bonus too? I only make three thousand a month. If you keep this up, I'll barely have anything left for food." Joanna dismissed her complaints without a hint of sympathy. "Maybe if you did your job right, you wouldn't be in this mess. Consider this a lesson. Mess up again, and you're out." Tears welled up in the assistant's eyes. As she turned away, she spotted Linsey, and her relief was clear. "Linsey, you're back!" The sight of Linsey made Joanna freeze, suspicion flickering across her face.

"What are you doing here?" Linsey didn't even acknowledge Joanna. She reached out and gave the assistant's head a gentle pat, her tone reassuring. "You can go now. I'll handle things from here." . . .