NovelEnglishChapter 852
Of course she was nervous-there was no pretending otherwise.
Even though Marguerite tried her best to stay composed, her heart raced wildly, refusing to settle. Instinctively,
she balled her clammy hands into fists, her lips parting in silent hesitation before she forced herself to sound
calm.
"Who called?"
Her reaction was anything but subtle. Maurice chuckled softly, reaching over to brush her cheek. "Are you feeling
alright? You look a little pale."
Marguerite was nearly frantic with worry, but Maurice's nonchalant attitude only made her mind spin with
possibilities.
Was it really Silas who'd called? Why couldn't Maurice just give her a straight answer?
The tension stretched between them for what felt like ages, until at last Maurice let out a low laugh. "The first
batch of Polar Radiance has finished production. Chuck was calling to ask about the date for the launch event."
Marguerite let out a silent breath of relief.
Unbelievable.
She knew it-Maurice was still testing her.
It had just been Chuck on the phone, but he managed to make it feel like some
sort of spy , nearly scaring her to death.
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Marguerite dug her phone out of her purse. "I'll call him back."
"No need," Maurice replied. "I already set the date."
She blinked, taken aback, and turned to look at him. "You set it? When?"
"Next Wednesday."
Next Wednesday?
Marguerite's face went even paler.
Next Wednesday was also the day of Silas and Violet Reed's wedding.
And Maurice had deliberately scheduled the launch on the very sday. It was hard not to read into that.
Suspicion prickled through her. Had he planted someone at Stella's clinic, too? Marguerite's gaze sharpened,
confusion furrowing her brow. "Why Wednesday?" Maurice replied smoothly, "Astrologically, Wednesday is ruled
by Mercury." "Mercury?"
He gave a small nod, as if lecturing. "In ancient times, people revered the stars. The aurora is a kind of celestial
phenomenon-perfect symbolism for our launch, don't you think?"
Marguerite met his eyes, unsure how much of that explanation to believe.
She fell silent, deciding not to press further.
Having the launch and the wedding on the sday was probably for the best-
at least it left no room for wishful thinking.
After all, the moment Marguerite learned of Silas and Violet's wedding, a reckless thought had flashed through
her mind. But she couldn't act on it. Violet had once
saved her mother's life and was one of the few people Marguerite genuinely trusted.
No matter how obsessed Silas was with her, Marguerite could never betray Violet or let her heart get hurt.
She shook herself from her thoughts and realized Maurice still hadn't started the
car.
"Why aren't we moving yet?"
He covered her hand with his, voice low. "Can't you move Chuck somewhere else? Away from you?"
Marguerite frowned, baffled. "He basically runs everything at the company. If he left, who would be my
assistant?"
"Gertie is just as capable."
Marguerite stared at him, nearly
laughing. Maurice, do you think Lm stupid, or are you underestimating yourself? You want Gertie to replace
Chuck so she can officially keep tabs on me, don't you?"
Maurice looked wounded. "Is that really what you think of me?"
"Isn't it obvious? She already sticks tolike glue. Now you want her shadowing
"That's not what | meant."
"Then why don't you explain?"
"Chuck works for Frederick Winston."
"But Frederick's dead!" Marguerite snapped.
Maurice faltered, hearing how flat her tone was as she said it.
She didn't hate Frederick at all.
Maurice fixed his gaze on her, his eyes darkening with frustration. "You know exactly how he died, don't you? He
shot Teresa. Didn't he deserve what he got?"
"It's not about what anyone deserves. I've always believed what goes around, comes around. Justice has its own
way."
"Marguerite, do you really not hate him at all?"
Hate?
How could Maurice expect her to hate Frederick?
He'd once been her entire world, and yet he'd pulled the trigger that killed both
their own daughter and himself.
Marguerite's feelings toward Frederick were nothing if not complicated.
As for hate-she honestly didn't know.
Her silence made Maurice give a bitter, self-mocking smile. His voice was probing, almost desperate.
"Marguerite, did you love him that much? Even knowing he killed Teresa, you can't bring yourself to say a single
harsh word. | can't help but wonder, if | had been the one to pull the trigger that day, would you just look past it
too, the way you do now?"
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