NovelEnglishChapter 840
Marguerite leaned in closer to him, her voice low and strained, "What exactly do you want from me?" To anyone
else, it might have seemed like a tense standoff, but to Silas, it felt surprisingly intimate.
His gaze was burning. If he stayed even a second longer, who knew what he'd do? Plus, his head was starting to
throb, but he didn't want Marguerite to worry about him. Not that she seemed to be the worrying type anymore.
As Silas turned to leave, Maurice casually retrieved a folder from the coffee table. "Hold on a sec, Silas."
Silas paused but didn't turn around.
"I just finished a meeting nearby," Maurice said, "and thought I'd drop by to see Marguerite. Didn't expect to find
you here, but since you are, I've got a great business opportunity. Interested?"
Marguerite tensed, knowing exactly what Maurice was talking about the wafer technology project. He had a
contract ready, so this was no impromptu visit. She couldn't let Silas get tangled up with Maurice. She couldn't
let him beca pawn in Maurice's risky game.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe blurted out, "Mr. Ward's work doesn't overlap with yours at all. He's not interested. Can't you find someone
else?"
Her voice was urgent, and for the first time, Silas turned to look at her. What was she so anxious about?
Maurice chuckled, turning to her with a smirk, "Silas hasn't said anything yet. How do you know he's not
interested?"
Marguerite bit her lip, her eyes darting to Silas.
Maurice stepped forward, extending the contract with a nonchalant air. "Silas, I've heard you only care about
returns on investments. Trust me, this is something you'd want to look into."
The contract hovered in front of Silas, but he didn't take it immediately. His eyes lingered on Marguerite, who
was subtly shaking her head, trying to signal something to him.
Maurice raised the contract again, lowering his voice, "We've got time. Why don't we find a cozy spot to discuss
this further?"
He paused, then added quietly, "I'm sure you have questions you want answered, right?"
Silas understood the unspoken message. After a final complex look at Marguerite, he took the contract and left
with Maurice.
The room fell silent, the kind of quiet that had been absent for too long.
Marguerite collapsed onto the couch, wondering if Silas had understood her silent plea. But she couldn't dwell on
it. She got up and turned off all the lights in her apartment, then pulled out her phone and activated the
recording mode, scanning every corner of the room.
In the pitch-black darkness, a small voice piped up confidently, "Mom, stop checking. There aren't any cameras
here."
Marguerite froze, the voice coming from somewhere unseen. "How do you know what I'm doing?"
"In low light, a phone's recording feature can pick up the infrared signals from cameras. It's a must-know for
anyone living alone. | saw it online," Hayes explained, sounding wise beyond his years.
Marguerite flicked the light back on with a snap and walked over to Hayes, marveling, "You're a smart little guy.
But how are you so sure there aren't any cameras in here?"
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