Chapter 923
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Leaning into her date with a sugary smile, she said, âActually, Iâm Mr.
Becker Finchâs plus one.
You mightâve heard of him.
Heâs a construction tycoon.
The Walsh Groupâs infrastructure projects wouldnât have been possible without his partnership.
â
One guest per attendee was the rule for the event.
But Jordan had simply shut Brady out.
âI see.
â Lindsey acknowledged with a nod towards Becker.
Turning back to Kristy, she added, âWithout climbing the social ladder through Mr.
Finch, I highly doubt you would even be gracing this ship with your presence.
â
Heat flushed Kristyâs face.
She gritted her teeth.
âYeah, I climbed the social ladder with my own capability.
But youâ¦â
Her eyes scanned Lindsey from head to toe, followed by a sudden burst of laughter.
Lindsey furrowed her brow, bewildered.
What was so funny?
Kristy finally stopped, a smirk playing on her Lips.
âEven if you fantasize about ascending the social hierarchy, you are bound to be used and discarded.
Worse yet, men may prefer to keep your relationship under wraps to evade your incessant pestering!â
âMiss Chase, why is everything youâre saying so confusing?â Lindsey asked, her face scrunched up in bewilderment as she looked at Kristy.
Kristy let go of Beckerâs arm and sauntered over to her.
She leaned in close and whispered into Lindseyâs ear, âYour boyfriend might make an appearance tonight.
When he does, youâll understand.
â
Then she pulled back and gave her a smug look.
âBut that all depends on whether you can even get in.
â
Lindseyâs brow furrowed.
Was Kristy talking about Domenic? What could he possibly have to do with this event?
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She glanced again at the enormous, opulent cruise ship.
A wave of unease washed over her.
Domenicâs last name was also Walsh, but he had always insisted it was just a coincidence, unrelated to the powerful Walsh family.
He wouldnât Lie to her.
Would he? Sheâd never believe that Domenic would show up here tonight.
Shaking off her doubts, she fixed her eyes on Kristy.
âMiss Chase, stop with the riddles and speak plainly.
â
Kristy just shrugged and turned back to Becker, linking her arm with his again.
Her voice dripped with false sweetness.
âMr.
Finch, I was merely giving her a friendly heads-up, but she seems ungrateful.
â
âSome people just donât recognize kindness when they see it,â Becker added with a haughty air.
He had been a titan in the business world for years and had never seen Lindsey before tonight.
Seeing her arrive alone, he had already written her off as insignificant.
âMiss, please show me your invitation.
â The security guardâs impatience seeped into his tone as he addressed Lindsey.
He was standing there the whole time.
When he heard Kristyâs mocking comment, he confirmed Lindsey was bluffing.
âDo you really think I donât have an invitation?â Lindsey retorted, her gaze locking onto Kristyâs with a hint of a smirk.
Without breaking eye contact, she reached into her purse and produced a golden-plated invitation, handing it to the guard with a flourish.
The guardâs eyes widened in astonishment as he examined the invitation.
These exclusive golden invitations were reserved for the most prestigious guests-either close relatives of the Walsh family or world-renowned figures.
But he had no idea who exactly Lindsey was.
âWhat the⦠How on earth does she have that?â Becker muttered to himself, his expression mirroring the guardâs shock.
His earlier contempt for Lindsey was now replaced with fear, perhaps even regret.
âMiss Stewart, you are an honored guest.
Please, come in!â the guard remarked enthusiastically, bowing deeply and stepping aside to let her pass.
Unaware of the significance of her invitation, Lindsey stepped forward.
Just then, Kristy lunged forward, snatching the invitation from the guardâs hand.
âThis canât be real! She couldnât possibly have this kind of invitation!â she exclaimed.
Her eyes darted to the name printed on the card-Lindsey Stewart.
It was even embossed in elegant script.
She gasped, her face turning pale white.