Chapter 887

Nancy hadn’t anticipated Lindsey’s steely resolve.

She had grown weary of these people long ago, but for Lindsey and the company’s sake, she hoped to settle things amicably.

Now, witnessing Lindsey’s unwavering determination to take them head

-on, Nancy’s resolve ignited.

She straightened up, snapped to reality, and replied briskly, “Right away!”

Once Nancy departed, Lindsey retrieved her phone and looked for

Reece’s number, the lawyer who had helped Selah before.

Selah had passed his number along, though Lindsey hadn’t had cause to use it since their previous matter was resolved.

But now, only Reece could help her.

She dialed the number.

It took some time before someone answered.

“Hello, who’s this?”

“Mr.

Barton, it’s Lindsey Stewart.

”

“Lindsey? Still groggy from sleep, Reece perked up at the name, sitting up in bed.

Sensing he could have been too eager, he quickly amended.

“Oh, Miss Stewart.

Why the early call?”

“Mr.

Barton, you helped Selah win her case last time.

I’ve been meaning to invite you to dinner.

Are you available tonight?” Her tone, gentle and polite, made it difficult to decline.

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Reece happened to have a free evening and after a moment’s thought, he replied, “Sure, I have no plans tonight.

”

“Perfect.

Let’s meet at Whispering Mist at 7 pm.

”

After ending the call, Lindsey leaned back.

This was her distraction, piling on tasks to drown out thoughts of

Domenic, if only temporarily…

Under Jordan’s direction, Carole arrived at the Vitality Group for her first day.

Domenic instructed his chief secretary, Emilee Lambert, to assist her and find her a spot in the office.

Carole had hoped being around Domenic would afford her more opportunities to interact with him.

But all morning, he was in the conference room, only reaching out to Hendrix if necessary.

His office remained quiet throughout the morning.

Despite spending the entire morning there, Carole hadn’t crossed paths with Domenic once.

Nonetheless, she kept herself busy, asking

Emilee questions and searching for chances.

It wasn’t until noon that Domenic returned to his office from the meeting.

Learning of this, Emilee brewed him a coffee, as was the routine after meetings.

Seeing Emilee with the coffee, Carole rose from her seat and approached her swiftly, murmuring, “Is that coffee for Dom… Mr.

Walsh?”

The secretary nodded with a smile.

“Yes.

”

“Let me take it.

I have nothing to do here.

Trust me with this.

”

Emilee hesitated.

“Miss Larson, as Mr.

Walsh’s fiancée, I can’t let you do that.

He’s instructed me to look after you.

”