NovelEnglishChapter 708
Stella blinked and took a bite of her burger, speaking with her mouth full, "I can give you the report, but we need
to make a trade. Tellwhat you know about Miley!"
Marguerite was genuinely surprised. This woman didn't even ask why she needed the report but was only
interested in Miley? It seemed Stella truly had deep feelings for Robert. She had not only found out Miley's name
but also knew about her connection with Marguerite.
"If you already know about Miley, do you really needto fill you in on the details?"
Stella, a bit sullenly, said, "What I've found out is common knowledge. | want to know something that others
don't."
Stella's words were somewhat convoluted, but Marguerite understood. "Handthe report first, and then I'll tell
you."
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"Really?" Stella's eyes lit up. "You're not pulling my leg?"
Marguerite smiled, her gaze fixed on Stella. Stella was slightly shorter and wore a cute Lolita-style princess
dress, making her look like a child. Marguerite reached out to pat her head, her smile fond and indulgent, "I
never lie to kids."
Stella seemed to take the “kid” reference as a compliment. She snapped her fingers triumphantly and shot
Marguerite a victorious grin. "You're the best! I'll go print the report now!"
Saying so, Stella excitedly dashed to the computer. Her delicate fingers flew over the keyboard, and soon, the
printer began to whir, spitting out the document. Handing over the report to Marguerite, Stella smiled coyly,
"Now, can you tell me? What's the deal with Miley? Why is my Robert so into her?"
Marguerite turned and headed towards the door, "You should ask Robert himself, not me."
"Sis!" Stella immediately blocked Marguerite's path, her lips pouting in mock anger, “You just said you don't lie to
kids! That's not very honorable of you!"
Marguerite chuckled, "But you're not a kid."
"Why not! Freddie and Robert always treatlike one!"
"Givea break! You're older thanby a year."
Stella paused, her big eyes turning sad, her face alternating between shades of red and white. Seeing her droopy
expression, Marguerite's heart softened, and she decided to impart a piece of sage advice: "You said it yourself,
they treat you like a kid. But what normal man falls for a kid? That would be pedophilia."
Stella sniffled, her eyes wide with curiosity, never leaving Marguerite. "So, what do men like?"
"Men like women, silly."
With that, Marguerite patted Stella's head and maneuvered around her to leave the office. Initially, Marguerite
thought Stella would be tough to get through. It turned out she was just a bit outspoken and not the sharpest
tool in the shed. But all in all, she was rather innocent. No wonder Frederick referred to her as "kiddo."
Marguerite hurried away from the house, only for a bright red convertible to screech to a halt right in front of her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGlancing at the driver's seat, she was surprised to find Daphne! Today, Daphne was dressed all in black, her
smoky makeup meticulously applied, and atop her head sat a large, floppy hat. The wide brim cascaded down,
creating rippling waves. She exuded elegance yet didn't lack sensuality.
Compared to Stella, Daphne was the epitof a woman and a tough nut to crack at that.
"Can we talk?" Daphne patted the passenger seat next to her.
"How did you know | was here?"
"Knowing your whereabouts isn't hard."
"Have you been following me?"
Marguerite was on alert, but Daphne didn't directly respond. Instead, she pulled out a manila folder from the
glove compartment.
"What you've been looking for."
The vasectomy report of Maurice? Marguerite instinctively reached out to take it, but Daphne quickly pulled it
back, giving her a mysterious smile. "Hop in!"
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