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Chapter 282
Marguerite had just left when Frederick and his men started to make their way towards the parking lot
Yuna, still basking in the joy of Frederick’s impending confession, conscientiously waited by the side of a Rolls–Royce
Cullinan.
As time passed without any sign of Frederick, she peeked back towards the direction they came from, only to see
Robert intercepting Frederick halfway, with Miley beside him. A sudden sense of foreboding washed over her.
Quietly, she signaled to Zoe and Ablett to follow her as she stealthily circled behind the trio through an adjacent
shrubbery.
Robert suddenly halted, forcing Miley towards Frederick with an air of righteousness and brevity, “Go on, spill it!”
Miley was momentarily stunned. She had indeed planned to reveal the truth to Robert, but she never expected him
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtto ask her to lay it all out in front of Frederick
Embarrassed and conflicted, Miley sidled closer to Robert, gritting her teeth in frustration.
In a hushed whisper, she hissed, “Didn’t I say I was going to tell you privately? Why did you bring Mr. Winston into
this?”
Telling Robert the truth was an easy task, considering their relationship. She could at least demand him to keep it a
secret. However, telling Frederick, who was still technically Marguerite’s husband, about Marguerite’s secret, felt
like backstabbing
Robert just smiled at her, not bothering to hide anything, “I’d have to tell him anyway, aren’t you being foolish?”
Miley’s heart skipped a beat. She thought she could trust him with her secret, but he just betrayed her without a
second thought. And he didn’t even giver her time to
react
Meanwhile, Frederick, anxious to oversee his planned confession, was growing impatient. The two before him were
talking around the bush, wasting precious time
His handsome face twisted in annoyance, “What is the matter?”
Miley was caught in a dilemma. She should’ve discussed with Marguente before revealing the secret, but Robert
didn’t seem to give her that opportunity. However she had already started talking, she had to continue.
Alright, then. Just do it.
“Mr. Winston, my name is Miley. I’m a close friend of Marguente. We’ve met a few times before, I hope you
remember me
“I remember you” Frederick, always sparing with his words, was getting increasingly impatient with the overly
expressive duo.
He paused before asking. “What do you want to tell me?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMiley started talking but again trailed off mid–sentence, clearly conflicted
Seeing this, Robert, fearing Miley might change her mind at the last minute, quickly interjected. The person who
was investigating your cufflink was her friend in other words, the woman investigating you was Margueritel
Worned Frederick might misunderstand, Miley hurriedly explained, “But she didn’t mean to investigate you in the
beginning! We didn’t know who the cufflink belonged to initially. It was only during our investigation that we
stumbled upon you”
Frederick furrowed his brows, “So, why was she investigating that cufflink?”
The truth was just at the tip of her tongue, but Miley was too nervous to speak.
Marguente always presented herself under a mask, would Mr. Winston think she was deceiving him?
Robert impatiently nudged her, “Just say it, you’re killing me!”
Miley made up her mind. “Mr. Winston, I can tell you. But you must promise not to be mad at Marquente!”
His face turned colder, “Speak”
Miley took a deep breath, and let it out slowly as if gathering the courage to make a grand revelation, “Actually, the
Marguerite you see now, isn’t the real Marquente.”
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