The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 81

“Wow, Lindsay’s husband is that handsome? I thought she married some old rich guy for his money.”

“Naomi’s never told the truth a day in her life. If my husband looked like that—even if he was stuck in a wheelchair—I’d count myself lucky.”

Tina, who had been listening nearby, rolled her eyes and let out a cold laugh. “You girls need to get real. Someone like Lindsay’s husband is way out of your league.”

If it weren’t for Lindsay, nobody in the Design Department would’ve ever laid eyes on the president of the Quigley Group. Of course, they had no idea that the man they’d just seen was Mr. Quigley himself.

“Whatever. Like I even care,” one of the women grumbled, obviously annoyed, but still clutching her pride.

Tina couldn’t be bothered to argue. She went back to her desk and dove into her work.

At two o’clock sharp, Lindsay returned from lunch, clocked in, and handed Tina a coffee.

“For me?” Tina looked genuinely surprised. After all, Lindsay was Mrs. Lindsay Quigley.

When would a person like her ever expect Mrs. Lindsay Quigley to buy her coffee?

“Yeah. Thanks for helping me out today.” Lindsay knew Yves wouldn't have suddenly shown up at Bloom without someone tipping him off.

And in the whole Design Department, only Tina knew who she really was.

“It was no big deal. Besides, you handled yourself fine. I was honestly impressed.” Tina had prepared for the worst. If Lindsay couldn’t hold her own, she’d planned to step in.

If Ms. Nelson ever found herself in trouble, Tina had always promised herself she’d help, as long as she could.

Lindsay laughed. “They overestimated themselves and underestimated everyone else.”

“No one would guess you could fight like that. You look so delicate, but clearly, you could take on a few more of them and still win.”

She wasn’t exaggerating—Lindsay really was that tough.

“Hmph! You bully me all the time, and making life tough for your wife would just be the next logical step,” Mr. Quigley grumbled, pretending to be annoyed.

Lindsay shook her head with a smile. “He’d never treat me that way.”

“Good. That’s what I want to hear.”

After fussing over Lindsay, Mr. Quigley turned to Daniel and gripped his hand. “Daniel, your family’s served the Quigley for three generations. I consider you one of my own.

Now that I’m leaving, I’m putting the Quigley family in your hands. Anyone causes trouble, deal with them—don’t worry about saving face for me. If it comes to it, use the house rules.”

It was obvious those last words were aimed at Bertha and Helen—a not-so-subtle warning that if they acted up, they'd end up just like Althea.

Daniel’s eyes reddened, and he nodded. “Understood, Mr. Quigley. Have a safe journey. We’ll be waiting for you to come home.”

Daniel had lived at Quigley Manor since he was ten, following in his father’s footsteps. Now, in his early sixties, Mr. Quigley was more like a father than a boss.