Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1297: "Joanna only knows how to make a scene. She pretends to be gentle whenever Felix is around. I could never figure out how she landed the job as design director, but now I get it. She has been with Felix," Lara said, her words heavy with disdain for Joanna. Deciding to move on from that topic, Lara asked, "If Felix is involved with another woman now, what's keeping you here, working so hard for him? You shouldn't hold on when he doesn't deserve it." With a slight raise of her eyebrow, Linsey gave a small, confident smile. "I'm not that naive.

I came back mainly to claim the projects I poured my time into." There was no way she would let Felix profit from her hard work. Hours slipped by, and soon the workday was coming to a close. Linsey saw no reason to stick around. She quickly gathered her things and made her way back to Vista Villa. Once she stepped inside and swapped her shoes, she called out, "I'm home." However, when she walked into the living room, she spotted someone lounging on the csofa held a man who definitely wasn't Collin. Instead, there was a relaxed-looking man sitting there.

He saw her first and gave a casual wave. "Hello, darling," he called out with a grin. For a moment, Linsey just stood there, staring in confusion. She couldn't figure out who this man was. Nothing about him seemed familiar. While Linsey tried to make sense of it, Collin wheeled himself toward the coffee table. He picked up a tissue box and flung it at the man, his tone sharp as he said, "Who are you calling darling? Are you asking for trouble?" The tissue box landed against the man's stomach, and at the same time, Collin's warning made him wince.

He straightened up and forced a sheepish laugh. "Alright, alright. I was just messing around." Collin wasted no time grabbing a cushion and tossing it at him next. Dustin, expecting something else to come flying his way, moved aside just in time to dodge the cushion. Your next story starts here: gⱯlnσνℓs․com "Okay, okay, Collin. I know I messed up. Please stop throwing things at me. If my good looks take a hit, my girlfriends are going to be devastated," Dustin joked, trying to lighten the mood. No amusement showed on Collin's face.

He simply said, "Apologize." Without missing a beat, Dustin replied, "Sorry!" Still not satisfied, Collin added, "Say sorry to her." That made Dustin finally realize what Collin wanted. He quickly sat up straighter and turned toward Linsey. "My apologies. I invited my girlfriend over tonight, and the two of you look so much alike that I got you mixed up. Hope you won't take it to heart," he said. Although Dustin's appearance suggested he was a bit of a flirt, his apology felt genuine. Linsey saw no reason to make a fuss.

She answered with a small nod, "It's fine, I get it." After that, she found herself glancing from Collin to Dustin, taking in how comfortable they seemed together. Something about the way they acted made her curious, so she asked, "So, are you two... friends?" Facing both men, Linsey posed her question without hesitation. . . .