Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 548: But Carol hadn't realized that yet.

The conversation left him feeling restless. Finding an excuse, he leaned toward her and said, "Carol, I'm stepping out for a bit. Enjoy yourself-I'll be back later."

Carol didn't dwell on it and simply nodded. "Go ahead, Jeffery."

She had to wrap things up at the banquet quickly-there was unfinished business waiting in the storage room. Jeffery failed to notice the cold glint lurking beneath Carol's obedient facade.

To avoid drawing attention, he didn't head straight outside. Instead, he took a winding path through the interior before finally stepping out for some fresh air.

As he rounded a corner, something caught his eye.

A janitor in uniform was up ahead-but why were they limping?

Moved by concern, Jeffery walked over and asked politely, "Are you hurt? Do you need help getting to the hotel's medical room?"

The person tensed for a brief moment before answering in a muffled voice, "No, thank you."

Jeffery frowned, sensing something was off. He took a closer look, and in an instant, realization struck.

His chest tightened. His expression darkened. "It's you!"

Linsey clenched her teeth, frustration bubbling inside her. Of all people, why did she have to run into Jeffery?

She kept her head down, quickening her pace. "Sorry, you've got the wrong person."

A sharp pain shot through her wrist.

Her face drained of color as she met Jeffery's cold gaze. Panic twisted inside her.

It was over. He wasn't going to let her go.

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Seeing her reaction, Jeffery scoffed. "So it really is you."

His eyes flicked over her, suspicion creeping into his voice. "I had someone take you away for questioning earlier. So why are you here now? And in a janitor's uniform, no less?"

His expression hardened as a conclusion formed in his mind. "You stole something, didn't you? Not only did you refuse to confess, but now you're trying to run off with it!"

Linsey gritted her teeth against the pain and snapped, "I didn't steal anything! Let go of me!"

Jeffery let out a cold laugh and tightened his grip, determined to drag her back.

With a sharp yank, agony shot through Linsey's hand.

"Ah! It hurts!" She nearly cried. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her face turned ghostly pale.

Jeffery hesitated for a moment, then instinctively let go.

Linsey snatched her hand back, gasping for air.

She hastily rolled up her sleeve, revealing a hand covered in bruises and raw wounds.

Jeffery's breath caught. His eyes widened. "What happened to your hand?"

The sight stunned him. The injuries were brutal-her fingers swollen, her skin scraped raw, bloodied patches covering her trembling hand.

For reasons she couldn't explain, Linsey's eyes filled with tears.

She looked up at Jeffery, her voice shaking. "Mr. Lawson, do you really need to ask? Do you think this is sincere?"

He had been the one to have her locked away to make Carol happy. And now, he stood there, feigning ignorance. It was almost laughable.

Jeffery's brows knitted deeper. His gaze lingered on her hand, and for a fleeting moment, sympathy flickered in his eyes.

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