Chapter 56

“Good news, Mr.

Walsh!” she blurted as soon as the call connected.

“I passed the interview!”

On the other end of the Line, Domenic was sitting in Emilio’s office, drumming his fingers on the table.

The computer in front of him showed the email he had sent just now.

“Congratulations!” Domenic responded with a genuine smile.

“Mr.

Walsh, you’re my lucky charm.

Since I met you, everything seems to be going my way!”

“In that case, we should see each other more often,” Domenic teased.

“Even if you don’t want to admit that we’re engaged, we’re still friends, aren’t we?”

Lindsey’s face flushed a bright red.

“Yes,” she replied shyly.

Emilio, who was sitting opposite Domenic, was dumbfounded.

Domenic looked so… What was the correct word-gentle? Tender? No, no, no.

These words couldn’t possibly describe the cold, formidable Domenic.

“Domenic, you just smiled three times in a row.

That’s more than the total number of times you’ve smiled since I met you years ago!” As soon as the call ended, Emilio couldn’t help but blurt his thoughts.

However, Domenic simply shot him a cold glance, having returned to his usual aloof and distant self the moment he put the phone down.

“Once Lindsey starts working here, look after her and report to me if anything happens.

”

“Why do you care so much about her?” Emilio asked suspiciously.

Leaning back in his chair, Domenic answered casually, “Because I want to find out her real purpose.

”

“Then just tie her up and force her to confess.

Why go through all this effort?” Emilio squinted at Domenic with a knowing smile.

“You seem to have all kinds of ideas in that small brain of yours, Domenic commented, his eyes piercing right through Emilio like a knife.

Frightened, the latter immediately shut his mouth.

Soon after the interview, Lindsey started working for Vitality Entertainment as an intern.

Only after graduation could she go through the proper hiring formalities.

On her first day of work, her supervisor sent her to pick someone up at the airport.

The person she was going to pick up was a newly signed female artist, whose stage name was Jasmine.

There was little information about this person.

Lindsey made it to the airport very early in the morning.

She came prepared, holding up a sign with Jasmine’s name on it, even going so far as to bring a cup of iced coffee for the artist.

After waiting for a long time, Lindsey saw a woman with long black hair, black sunglasses, and a fashionable dress walking toward her.

Somehow, even from afar, she felt that this figure looked so familiar.