Chapter 932

What a scheming woman! Lindsey snorted and secretly clenched her fists.

They were eager to see her embarrass herself, but she was determined not to give them that satisfaction.

Finally, Lindsey’s gaze settled on Jordan, the old man with a commanding air, clearly the esteemed leader of the Walsh Group.

Taking a deep breath, Lindsey spoke firmly yet respectfully.

“I didn’t sneak in.

I walked in with an official invitation.

”

“An invitation?” Jordan scowled and demanded authoritatively, “Why do you have an invitation? Tell me, who invited you?”

“Grandpa,” Domenic cut in.

“Today is a significant day.

Let’s not ruin the mood over someone who doesn’t matter.

”

He then glanced sternly at Hendrix.

“Hendrix, please escort this lady out.

We can address any issues after the event.

”

As Domenic spoke, his eyes flickered coldly toward Lindsey.

Lindsey couldn’t take her eyes off Domenic.

The longer she watched him, the deeper her sadness grew.

“Someone who doesn’t matter?” Jordan scoffed, giving Lindsey a sharp look.

“She has repeatedly opposed the Walsh Group and even provoked us openly, What is she implying by wearing the same dress as Carole? Is she trying to steal your attention and be your wife?”

“Grandpa, it’s merely a coincidence.

Don’t overthink it,” Domenic responded, his patience wearing thin.

Concerned that Lindsey’s continued presence might cause further issues, he urgently needed to ensure her safety, so he called out sternly, “Hendri:

“Miss Stewart, please come with me.

” Hendrix promptly took action, grabbing Lindsey’s wrist.

His main responsibility was to follow Domenic’s commands.

Now he got the final instruction from Domenic.

That was to escort Lindsey out.

Lindsey stood firm and shrugged off Hendrix’s grasp.

She smiled and turned to Jordan.

“You asked who invited me, right?” Slowly, she raised her arm and pointed at Domenic.

“He did.

Domenic Walsh invited me.

”

Instantly, the room erupted in shock.

“Holy shit! What a shocking news.

”

“Could she be the woman Domenic has been seeing secretly?”

“Poor Miss Larson…”

Jordan’s frown deepened, his eyes darkening.

“Ridiculous! How could Domenic have invited you?”

“You might want to ask him why he invited me and why he got involved with someone like me,” Lindsey retorted with a serene smile.

“And perhaps you should ask Miss Larson why she insisted I wear the same dress as hers.

What is she afraid of?”

Lindsey stood tall, her hands clenched, worried she might collapse if she moved.