Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 711: Linsey quickly sat up straighter, her eyes scanning Zander for injuries. "Mommy, I'm fine," Zander said in a small, shaken voice, clearly scared-but thankfully unhurt.

Linsey breathed a quiet sigh of relief and gave him a comforting squeeze.

"We're okay. Go check on the other car."

"Yes, Ms. Brooks." The driver got out and hurried over. A moment later, Linsey noticed someone step out of the car they had hit.

There was something about the figure that struck her-tall, confident, familiar. She couldn't quite place him, but something about him tugged at her memory.

Caylee rolled down the window, letting the voices from outside drift in. "I'm really sorry, sir. I couldn't stop in time. I'll cover the cost-just tell me how much the damage is," the driver said.

The man frowned as he inspected the back of his car. "What kind of driver can't brake in time? You could've seriously hurt someone."

"I know, and I'm truly sorry. Please let me know how much I owe," the driver repeated sincerely.

Linsey listened from the backseat, her brows drawing together. She was about to ask Caylee to step out and handle it-but before she could, the other car's door opened again, and another tall figure emerged.

Linsey's eyes widened in a flash, and her heart began to race wildly. In the brief moment she stood frozen, Collin had already walked between the two cars. She never imagined that on her very first day back in Grester, she would run into Collin.

Still stunned, she glanced down at Zander, who was lying quietly in her arms, still a little dazed.

Then it hit her-she couldn't let Collin see Zander. If he did, he would definitely sense something wasn't right.

"Is the damage serious?" Collin asked.

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Outside the car, Collin looked blankly at the rear of the vehicle. There were a few scuff marks, but nothing major.

"Mr. Riley," his subordinate called respectfully as Collin stepped out.

The driver stared at Collin, eyes wide. He mumbled in disbelief, "You look just like Zander…"

Hearing that, Collin's subordinate frowned. "Who's Zander?"

Collin didn't respond. His gaze swept across the other car without much thought-until something caught his eye.

His breath hitched. He stared hard, trying to make out the face half-hidden in the shadows of the back seat.

Was that Linsey? His feet moved on their own. He stepped closer to the car, his heart beginning to pound.

The nearer he got, the stronger the feeling grew-someone important was in that car.

Meanwhile, the driver couldn't stop staring.

The resemblance between Collin and Zander was too striking to ignore. Collin looked like the grown version of Zander.

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