Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 157: "She actually cheated on Felix? That's downright pathetic."

Collin scrolled through the torrent of comments, his face hardening with each swipe. Many of these commenters were clueless, simply throwing out wild accusations-some, he suspected, might even be paid trolls.

He chuckled bitterly, the sound sharp and icy.

Noticing the brewing storm, his subordinate promptly ducked his head, tension crackling in the air like static. In all the years he had worked with Collin, he had never witnessed him this livid.

It looked bleak for the Wells family now; what little hope they might have clung to was fast eroding.

This time, Collin's rage was unmistakable-he was absolutely livid.

After a tense pause, his subordinate ventured cautiously, "Mr. Riley, shall I have the article removed immediately?"

"Wait," Collin interjected, inhaling deeply to compose himself. "Pulling the story now would only fuel the fire. People will assume Linsey is exactly as they say, and every attempt we make to clear the air could further tarnish her reputation."

"Then what should we do, Mr. Riley?" the subordinate asked, eager for direction.

Collin's eyes narrowed imperceptibly, his voice dropping to a hushed, foreboding tone. "I made the mistake of underestimating Marisol Wells. Set up a meeting with her tonight-I'll deal with her in person." He paused, his expression hardening. "And keep Linsey offline for the time being. Make sure she doesn't step outside either."

"Understood," his subordinate responded with a crisp nod, turning to exit the dimly lit study.

Yet, as the door creaked open, the subordinate halted, his body tensing in shock. "Mrs. Riley, why are you here?"

Collin's gaze snapped towards the door, his surprise evident as he spotted Linsey in the doorway.

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His lips pressed into a taut line, betraying his irritation. "Escort her back to her room," he commanded sharply.

"No need for that-I already heard every word," Linsey interjected softly, her voice carrying a calm resolve.

Her eyes, shimmering with a mix of emotions, locked onto Collin's complex gaze.

Although she had planned to retreat to her room, the lingering thoughts of Collin's potential anger and self-reproach drew her here instead. She had hoped for a heartfelt conversation to soothe the evident turmoil.

Unbeknownst to her, she would stumble upon a conversation laden with secrets just outside his study.

The subordinate recoiled, his eyes widening in shock before he turned to face Collin. "Mr. Riley, my apologies-I didn't secure the door properly."

Before Collin could respond, Linsey stepped in, her tone protective. "It's really not his fault. I was at the door… let's just say I caught a bit of the conversation by chance."

Collin didn't entertain the thought of blaming Linsey. With a discreet glance, he urged the subordinate to exit, then reassured Linsey, "Don't worry over this. I've got it covered. For now, just focus on taking it easy." After a brief pause, Linsey approached Collin's desk with a determined look, asking outright, "What's your plan for handling this?"

"I've reached out to someone to get in touch with Marisol. We'll aim to clear up the misunderstanding from her end. If word spreads, it could tarnish your reputation," Collin stated, holding back the full extent of his intentions.

In his mind, more drastic measures to coerce Marisol were already taking shape.

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