Just then, Naomi swept past her like a gust of wind. Lindsay followed the movement with her eyes and spotted Lester.
Naomi had her arm looped through Lester’s, but her gaze was fixed on Lindsay, sharp and taunting, as if to say, “Lester is mine. You think you can compete with me?”
Lindsay was utterly exasperated. She stepped past them without a word.
She pressed the elevator button, and as soon as the doors slid open, she slipped inside and jabbed the close button. But just as the doors were about to meet, a large hand blocked the way, and they slowly slid open again.
Lester stepped in with Naomi still clinging to his arm. Lindsay pretended not to see them, eyes glued to her phone.
Naomi, however, seemed determined to put on a show—throwing her arms around Lester, kissing him on the cheek, making it painfully obvious she wanted Lindsay to watch and stew in jealousy.
To Lindsay, the whole spectacle was nothing short of ridiculous. She couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter.
Naomi’s face darkened instantly. “What are you laughing at?” she demanded.
“What’s it to you?” Lindsay shot back without even looking up.
Just four words, and Naomi was left speechless. She looked up at Lester, her big, doe-like eyes filling with tears, lips trembling as if she’d suffered the greatest injustice.
Naomi was beautiful, striking really, her features bold and unforgettable. Those glistening eyes only added to her pitiful act, making Lester’s heart twist with sympathy.
“Naomi was just asking you a simple question,” Lester said coldly, glaring at Lindsay. “Did you really have to be so rude?”
Naomi looked smug, emboldened by Lester’s defense. She shot Lindsay a triumphant look.


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