Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 225 Addicted To Being A Lapdog

Linda was not afraid. She walked to the sink calmly and said, “I’m talking to you. If you don’t

understand, I don’t mind repeating myself! You dress up all day long. Those who don’t know might think

that you’re a complete slut!”

“Get out of the way! I’m going to tear her mouth apart!” The woman in the tight skirt was so angry that

her entire body was trembling. She glared at Linda with red eyes. “Linda Galler, are you fucking

addicted to being a lapdog? Did Rachel give you some kind of potion? Do you think her farts smell like

roses or something?”

Linda turned off the tap, took a tissue, and slowly wiped her fingers. “You’re talking so dirty. Did you

forget to wipe your mouth when you went to the toilet just now? Do you want me to help you?”

Setting aside Linda’s status in the company, just the fact that she was also a close confidante of

Rachel’s was enough to make them realize they could

not afford to mess with her.

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The companion of the woman in the tight skirt was worried that things would get out of hand. They

quickly covered that woman’s mouth and looked at Linda apologetically. “Ms. Galler, she didn’t mean it.

Please ignore what she just said. It was all our fault before. We gotta go now.”

As soon as they finished speaking, they dragged the tight skirt woman out of the restroom immediately.

After the group of people left, Linda leaned against the sink with weak legs. She took a deep breath to

calm herself down and returned to the top floor.

However, just as she returned to her office, before she could sit down properly, Rachel’s internal call

came. “Come to my office.”

“Right away!” After Linda hung up the phone, she quickly walked into Rachel’s

office.

As soon as she entered, she heard Rachel ask, “Did you quarrel with someone?”

Linda was stunned for a moment. She bit her lip and nodded.

Many people were watching her position with envy, just waiting for her to make a mistake and be

punished so they could take her place.

Therefore, it was not strange for Rachel to know so quickly.

“Those people are trash–talking you behind your back.”

She had expected Rachel to be enraged, but to her amazement, Rachel

simply let out a soft laugh. “Let them say what they will. Their words hold no power over me.”

Before Rachel could finish her sentence, Linda refuted firmly, “No!”

Rachel raised her eyebrows slightly and stared at Linda with interest.

Linda fidgeted with the hem of her garment as she struggled to find the words. “You’re not at fault. It’s

not you who’s wrong, but rather those who have hurt you! You taught me that we should never forgive

those who hurt us, but rather retaliate with the utmost directness!”

Rachel looked at Linda and could not help but sigh. “Linda, you’ve really

changed.”

Linda had become more confident.

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She was no longer submissive and at the mercy of others.

Upon hearing this, Linda’s pupils trembled. Then, her lips curled into a smile. “That’s because you guys

appeared in my life.”

If not for them, Linda would still be living in a swamp of pain.

To be more precise, if it were not for their appearance, Linda might have long disappeared from this

world.

They were the light of her life.

Hence, she would not allow anyone to ruin them.

At this moment, Linda’s phone suddenly rang. She saw that there was no caller ID on it and frowned

slightly. She hesitated for half a second before picking up the call.

Rachel had already blocked Louis‘ contact information.

Louis had no choice but to call Linda and try to contact Rachel through her.

After bearing Louis‘ words, Linda turned to look at Rachel and mouthed, “It’s Mr. Smith from the Smith

Group. He wants to see you.”

Rachel frowned slightly.

It was just a subtle expression. Linda instantly understood. “I’m sorry, I don’t know this Miss Grey

you’re talking about!”

With that, she hung up.

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