Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 662 Still Jealous

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Leslie never worked overtime, so he had arrived hwhen he received the call.

Smoking a cigar while standing in front of the living room’s window, he looked stern. “For celebration? It's way too early. Did you make a mistake?” “No. I'm sure it's their design team,” the senior executive answered affirmatively.

Leslie was confused as it wasn't Ivan’s style. After all, he should have celebrated it after the products’ success in the market.

“Mr. Eastwood, does it mean...” the senior executive guessed, “Their design drafts are perfect?” “It doesn’t depend on my or Ivan Marsh's opinion.” Leslie took a drag of the cigar, exhaling. “It only depends on the customers.” “We should hurry up, then. Probably they'll start the production tomorrow and leave us behind.” Leslie didn’t reply. He ended the call, and his stern face changed slightly.

Awhile later, he called Catherine, who was still in Roxy Fall.

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Leslie asked solemnly, “How's your design going?” He was anxious, reluctant to be surpassed.

“We're still looking for inspiration. Sdesigners are getting on the right track,” Catherine reported to him honestly. “What's wrong?” Leslie answered, “The design team of the Marsh Group has returned to town. Do you know this matter?” “Yes, 1 do.” A short moment of silence later, Leslie sighed, “Good luck.” Without extra words, he ended the call as he was unwilling to put too much pressure on her.

Later that evening, a Lamborghini parked downstairs in Skyhigh Apartment Complex's parking lot.

Ivan, Jennifer, and Linda entered the elevator and went upstairs to the 28th floor of a building.

When the door opened, Finnley greeted them, “Good evening, Mr. Marsh, Ms. Brooks.” “Good evening, Mr. Russell,” Linda followed the Marsh couple in and greeted him.

Finnley nodded at her in response, “Good evening.” He didn’t look unhappy about her visit.

“Where is Mya? Is she better?” Jennifer noticed Mya’s shoes at the door.

“I'm here, Jennie.” Before Finnley answered, they heard Mya’s excited voice from the bedroom.

Jennifer passed the gift box to Finnley, striding into the room.

The door wasn't closed, so she pushed the door and entered. “How are you doing, Mya? Still hurts?” She walked toward the bed.

“No. Not at all. But Dr. Watson askedto stay in bed without walking. I'm afraid | still need a few more days off.” Mya was overjoyed. “Congratulations, Jennie! You have an outstanding design team.” “Thanks.” Jennifer sat on the bed edge, sorting her hair bangs lovingly. “Linda is a great helper. Don’t worry.” It was the second tLinda cto Finnley’s apartment, and she felt utterly different.

Standing at the bedroom door, she saw Mya half lying against the bedhead in a white nightgown. Her hair hung over her shoulders, looking enchanting, although she was young.

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Mya also noticed her. “Hello, Linda? Thank you for seeing me.” They exchanged a smile. Linda walked toward her. “Are you feeling better? | heard you were bitten by a snake, so | dropped in.” “Nothing severe. It's really kind of you,” Mya said sweetly, “The doctor askedto rest at hfor a while, so | took a few days off. Thank you for taking over my jobs for me.” “You are welcome, Mya.” Linda beamed at her. “Take a good rest.” However, she could hardly repress her jealousy.

Linda found only one bedroom in this apartment, and Mya was lying on Finnley’s bed.

Linda wondered if they shared the sbed.

She was absentminded, lost in thought.

Jennifer and Mya chitchatted, and Linda took the chance to study the decoration in the bedroom. The room was huge, with a high-end design with simple colors.

She could imagine the scene where Finnley was in a bathrobe while holding a glass of wine and standing before the window.

Bitterness surged in her heart.

Linda couldn't help falling for Finnley and failed to control it. She didn’t know what to do.

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