NovelEnglishChapter 833
Marguerite knew Maurice had pulled something out of his pocket, but she had no idea what his next move to
clear his nwould be.
But the phrase "seeing is believing" from his lips made it impossible for Marguerite
to ignore.
Almost against her will, she turned around and saw a phone on the dining table, its screen paused on a video.
The footage was from a surveillance camera, and Marguerite instantly recognized
it as the rooftop where everything went down six months ago.
She wanted more than anything to know what had happened that night!
With trembling hands, visible even to the naked eye, she picked up the phone and hit play.
The perspective was distant, and the image blurry, but Marguerite could still make out Frederick holding a gun,
seemingly negotiating with Maurice.
She couldn't hear a thing, only watched as Teresa stood pitifully between them. Then, a gunshot shattered the
air.
It was Frederick who pulled the trigger.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs Teresa fell, another gunshot followed.
Maurice shot Frederick and rushed towards Teresa.
Then, she saw her own devastated figure appear on the rooftop.
The five-minute video was too much to bear a second time.
She flipped the phone face down on the table, her heart in agony.
For half a year, she never once believed that Frederick had shot Teresa.
All her doubts stemmed from the document Frederick signed with the hacker. He had given up on the
partnership, so why did he sign his nin the end?
She had found countless reasons to convince herself that Frederick had no choice.
But now that Maurice had laid the truth bare, Marguerite felt lost in a fog, unable to see any direction.
People could lie, but videos couldn't.
So Frederick really did shoot Teresa...
"I know you love him, so no matter how much | hate him, because of you, | preserved the last bit of his dignity.
But now it seems, there's no need for that."
Maurice tossed those words over his shoulder, pocketed the phone, and left without looking back.
Marguerite was still in shock.
Her mind was filled with the image of Frederick's determined stance as he fired, and Teresa lying there, bleeding.
She couldn't even recall Teresa's expression of pain and despair.
She was only three years old!
How much must that have hurt!
Tears streamed down Marguerite's face as her fingers tangled in her hair, tapping her head in frustration.
She was so hurt and devastated; it felt like the faith she'd clung to for six months had collapsed, leaving her
utterly defeated.
She didn't know if she should continue to believe in Frederick, or if she should still love him.
Lost in sorrow for what seemed like ages, her phone suddenly rang.
It was Manley calling. Marguerite wiped away her tears, composed herself, and answered, "What's up?"
"Ms. Marguerite, Margot fell sick today, and Hayes went to visit her on behalf of the class. But he hasn't come
hyet, and his phone's unreachable. His grandma keeps asking about him. Can you go find him?"
Hayes went to Silas's place?
"I'll head over and look for him."
Marguerite hung up, pushing everything else aside, and messaged Silas on
Facebook: [Is Hayes at your place?]
Silas responded almost instantly: [Yes. Are you coming over?]
Before Marguerite could reply, he sent her the location.
Marguerite grabbed her purse, left the restaurant, and hailed a cab straight to the lakeside villa.
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