The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 67

Bertha replied with her usual poise, “Oh, your husband was out early making money to buy you those roses.”

Who wouldn’t be jealous?

Everyone had thought Lindsay was out of her mind when she picked a man in a coma as her husband at the family dinner.

But then, just like that, her “vegetable” husband woke up—and reclaimed his position as head of the Quigley Group.

Suddenly, Lindsay’s own status soared right along with his.

“Not bad at all,” Lindsay replied, her smile brightening as she called over two security guards to carry the bouquet of roses upstairs.

Then she headed off to work.

Naomi had arrived earlier and was already gossiping with a couple of coworkers. If Lindsay had to guess, Naomi was probably the subject of the latest office rumor.

The two colleagues shot Lindsay a pair of disdainful looks, but she barely noticed. People like that couldn’t touch her.

At 9:30, the Design Department gathered for their morning meeting.

Their manager took the mic. “The Vogue Vision competition is coming up. Our department can participate—but there’s only one slot.”

The room erupted in whispers.

Thirty-five designers, and only one could compete. The internal competition was already fierce enough—now things would get ugly.

Lindsay suddenly remembered from her previous life: Vogue Vision. If she recalled correctly, Ms. Green had taken first place in the end. Her design style was unique—Lindsay had always admired her work.

The manager continued, “Of course, if anyone doesn’t want to participate, feel free to opt out. There’s just the one slot, after all.”

Naomi wasn’t about to let this chance at fame slip by. She was the first to volunteer for the internal competition.

Naturally, some signed up, while others bowed out, knowing their own limits.

Lindsay only shook her head, amused by Naomi’s confidence. Some people just needed a hard lesson from the real world before they’d understand their own limitations.

When the meeting ended, everyone returned to their desks.

Soon after, ten delivery guys marched in, each carrying a massive bouquet of roses—ninety-nine stems in every bunch, a clear symbol of everlasting love.

Lindsay immediately recognized the roses as the same variety she’d received that morning. Yves must have sent these too.

She couldn’t help but smile, her heart brimming with happiness.

The Design Department was mostly women, and the whole office buzzed with excitement and envy. Each one was secretly hoping one of the bouquets was from her boyfriend.

If even the others thought that, Naomi—never short on self-importance—was certain of it. Especially since Lester had promised her just last night that he’d make up for his recent absence with a grand gesture.

As Lindsay watched in disbelief, Naomi strode briskly over to the delivery guys. “Thank you, just leave the flowers over here.”