Leaning into her date with a sugary smile, she said, “Actually, I’m Mr.
Becker Finch’s plus one.
You might’ve heard of him.
He’s a construction tycoon.
The Walsh Group’s infrastructure projects wouldn’t have been possible without his partnership.
”
One guest per attendee was the rule for the event.
But Jordan had simply shut Brady out.
“I see.
” Lindsey acknowledged with a nod towards Becker.
Turning back to Kristy, she added, “Without climbing the socialdder through Mr.
Finch, I highly doubt you would even be gracing this ship with your presence.
”
Heat flushed Kristy’s face.
She gritted her teeth.
“Yeah, I climbed the socialdder with my own capability.
But you…”
Her eyes scanned Lindsey from head to toe, followed by a sudden burst ofughter.
Lindsey furrowed her brow, bewildered.
What was so funny?
Kristy finally stopped, a smirk ying on her Lips.
“Even if you fantasize about ascending the social hierarchy, you are bound to be used and discarded.
Worse yet, men may prefer to keep your rtionship under wraps to evade your incessant pestering!”Material ? N?velDrama.Org.
“Miss Chase, why is everything you’re saying so confusing?” Lindsey asked, her face scrunched up in bewilderment as she looked at Kristy.
Kristy let go of Becker’s arm and sauntered over to her.
She leaned in close and whispered into Lindsey’s ear, “Your boyfriend might make an appearance tonight.
When he does, you’ll understand.
”
Then she pulled back and gave her a smug look.
“But that all depends on whether you can even get in.
”
Lindsey’s brow furrowed.
Was Kristy talking about Domenic? What could he possibly have to do with this event?
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She nced again at the enormous, opulent cruise ship.
A wave of unease washed over her.
Domenic’sst name was also Walsh, but he had always insisted it was just a coincidence, unrted to the powerful Walsh family.
He wouldn’t Lie to her.
Would he? She’d never believe that Domenic would show up here tonight.
Shaking off her doubts, she fixed her eyes on Kristy.
“Miss Chase, stop with the riddles and speak inly.
”
Kristy just shrugged and turned back to Becker, linking her arm with his again.
Her voice dripped with false sweetness.
“Mr.
Finch, I was merely giving her a friendly heads-up, but she seems ungrateful.
”
“Some people just don’t recognize kindness when they see it,” 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.
“Miss, please show me your invitation.
” The security guard’s impatience seeped into his tone as he addressed Lindsey.
He was standing there the whole time.
When he heard Kristy’s mockingment, he confirmed Lindsey was bluffing.
“Do you really think I don’t have an invitation?” Lindsey retorted, her gaze locking onto Kristy’s with a hint of a smirk.
Without breaking eye contact, she reached into her purse and produced a golden-ted invitation, handing it to the guard with a flourish.
The guard’s eyes widened in astonishment as he examined the invitation.
These exclusive golden invitations were reserved for the most prestigious guests-either close rtives of the Walsh family or world-renowned figures.
But he had no idea who exactly Lindsey was.
“What the… How on earth does she have that?” Becker muttered to himself, his expression mirroring the guard’s shock.
His earlier contempt for Lindsey was now reced with fear, perhaps even regret.
“Miss Stewart, you are an honored guest.
Please,e in!” 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 guard’s hand.
“This can’t be real! She couldn’t possibly have this kind of invitation!” she eximed.
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.