Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 889: Linsey sucked in a quick, shaky breath, her hand tightening around Caylee's beside her. She fixed Gorman with a glacial stare as he lounged there, smug as ever. "You planned this whole thing, didn't you? You wanted me to lose faith in Caylee, so I would feel helpless and rely on you." She paused, letting her thoughts settle before continuing. "If I really cut Caylee loose, you'd stop footing the bill for her grandma's surgery, wouldn't you? Because by then, she'd be no use to you." Caylee's heart clenched.

Deep down, she had known it from the start-agreeing to Gorman's demands had set her on a road with no good exits. If she had said no from the jump, she would never have scraped together the money for her grandma's surgery, nor would she have made it to Grester with Linsey. But if she kept playing Gorman's game, Linsey would eventually wash her hands of her, fed up with the betrayal. And once she was no longer Linsey's assistant, she would have nothing to offer Gorman. He would cut off the surgery funds without a second thought. Every path led to the same dead end.

It was only a matter of when. But now? Caylee was done selling her soul to Gorman. gⱯlnσνes․com has the stories you love As for her grandma's surgery fees, she would find another way to make it work. Gorman's eyes locked onto Linsey, a knowing glint in his gaze before his lips curved into a sly, loaded smile. "Linsey, when you say that, you're really just talking to Caylee, aren't you? You're boxing her in, making sure she's got no choice but to stick by you.

You know as long as Caylee works for you, I'll keep footing the bill for her grandma's hospital stay." Linsey's face twisted, irritation bubbling up like a pot about to boil over. "Don't go slapping your sneaky assumptions on everyone else! You think we're all as calculating as you? We're not playing those games! I trust Caylee because I know her. She's been by my side for years, and I've got a better read on her than you ever will." As Caylee listened, her eyes flickered intensely, tears threatening to spill. She gave Linsey's hand a quiet squeeze, her heart swelling with gratitude.

The heavy cloud of gloom that had been weighing her down for days lifted, just like that. Out of nowhere, Gorman clapped his hands, a mocking show of applause. "Well, ain't that a heartwarming little bond you two got? Since you're so tight, I won't waste my breath trying to drive a wedge between you." Then he turned to Caylee, flashing her a polished, gentlemanly smile. "In fact, you can help me out. Talk some sense into Linsey. Two weeks from now, I'm throwing the wedding I've planned for her.

I'm hoping she'll slip into the dress I designed for her." Linsey's and Caylee's jaws dropped, their eyes wide with shock. "A wedding?" Linsey's laugh was sharp, laced with fury. "When did I ever say I'd marry you?" . . .