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Selfishness was an absolute negative trait in Linda's traditional upbringing.
However, in the subsequent years, she realized it was actually a positive one-a way to praise oneself.
Now, she just wanted to treat herself well. Whether it was selfish or not no longer mattered. Other people's opinions were irrelevant to her.
Linda was right. Joanne had no intention of helping Ida.
So, Ida began to retaliate.
She revealed a big secret.
16 years ago, Joanne had been laundering money for the Clay family through Wilson Group.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.
The Clay family's past business dealings were shady, which was why Joanne chose to marry Sean, whose family ran legitimate businesses.
Sean loved Joanne deeply and, even knowing she was using the company to launder money, still helped cover it up:
Linda learned of this news after returning to YK Media from a meeting at her company.
She had a small company, made up of people who had helped her during her time in Usna.
When she returned to Osmo, those willing to follow her all came along.
"Who would've thought there's a hopeless romantic even among the wealthy," Samson said while pouring coffee for Linda.
Linda smiled. "When people have money, they start to value intangible things more."
Everyone was busy trying to live their lives, so who cared about what you wanted? They were all preoccupied with their own struggles.
"Linda, I think William knows about the cooperation between your father and his," Samson suggested.
"So what?" Linda replied as she sipped her coffee slowly. She didn't understand it.
"Samson, I don't believe he can do anything with that contract now that both our fathers have passed away."
Linda wasn't worried about William knowing. Even if he did, it didn't matter.
After all, he had wronged her and the Felix family despite their help. Linda felt justified being an outsider, watching the drama unfold.
That evening, as Linda returned to the hotel, William intercepted her.
"Linda, was the cooperation between our fathers real?" William's eyes were red, and the dark circles underlined them indicated he hadn't rested well for a long time..
Understandably so-money laundering was a serious matter, despite him being a victim. It would still have repercussions.
Linda looked at her freshly done nails as she spoke in an indifferent tone, "Whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter anymore, does it, Mr. Wilson?"
"Why didn't you tell me before?" William's emotions were out of control.
Linda found it amusing. "Mr. Wilson, didn't you always refuse to give me a chance to explain? Just like when I told you I didn't ruin that painting," she said while staring directly into his eyes. "Did you believe
me
then?"
William fell silent yes reddening as he looked at Linda. After a long pause, he t
be honest with me. Do you hate me?"
Linda smiled slightly. "What do you think?"
asked, "Linda,
Without another word, she swiped her card and entered the elevator, not even sparing William a glance.