NovelEnglishChapter 853
Without a second's hesitation, Marguerite shot back, "If it were you, I'd make you pay with your life the same
way."
Her eyes, rimmed red, locked onto him with unwavering intensity.
Even though she knew Maurice was only speaking hypothetically, Marguerite couldn't understand the depth of
her own hatred. It was as if, that night, it had truly been Maurice-not Frederick-who pulled the trigger on Teresa.
Maurice's pupils widened, a shadow of defiance flickering through his gaze. He gave a faint, almost bitter smile—
one that looked nothing like joy.
Marguerite couldn't read the meaning behind his expression, nor did she care to try.
Maurice started the engine and eased the car toward the apartment in heavy silence. Neither of them spoke a
word for the rest of the drive.
The test was over. At last, the pretense was dropped.
The next morning, at Poppy Petal Fragrances.
Preparations for the launch event of Polar Radiance were underway, and Marguerite needed to meet with the PR
team to finalize the details.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBefore the meeting, Chuck stopped by her office, glancing furtively at Gertie outside before lowering his voice.
"Marguerite, is the launch really set for next Wednesday? | tried calling you about it yesterday, but Maurice told
Marguerite rubbed her temples, pausing for a moment. Maurice was playing a ruthless game. He knew how
important Polar Radiance was to her, so he'd deliberately scheduled the launch for the sday as Silas's
wedding. His intentions couldn't have been more obvious.
But at this point, she didn't want to change anything. After all, it was better to break up a plan than ruin a
marriage. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to finally quash Silas's lingering hopes.
She drew a long, steady breath and nodded. "Wednesday it is."
Chuck didn't press further and helped her gather the files they'd need for the meeting.
As Marguerite reached for her phone to message the PR team, she suddenly froze.
Something occurred to her. She
grabbed a pen and scribbled a note
on a sticky pad, then tapped the
get Chuck's attention When
ked up, she slid the note over:
*Let's swap phones. *
Her phone had been with Maurice all night. Knowing his talent for subterfuge, she couldn't shake the suspicion
that he'd planted spyware on it-he'd done it before.
Chuck frowned, about to speak, but Marguerite pressed a finger to her lips and shot a quick glance out the glass
wall.
Following her eyes, Chuck glanced at Gertie, then quietly wrote a reply on another sticky note:
*What's wrong?*
*My phone was with Maurice yesterday. Please get it checked-thoroughly!*
Chuck understood immediately. Shielding his movements, he slipped his phone to Marguerite under the desk.
Thankfully, their phones were the smodel. After a quick swap of SIM cards, no one-not even Maurice-would
notice a thing.
The results of the check wouldn't cback right away, so Marguerite buried herself in work. For days, she was
run ragged by the Polar Radiance launch, and it wasn't until the night before the event that everything was
finally settled.
At last, with a rare moment to breathe, she collapsed onto the sofa in her glass- walled office. Gertie, ever
perceptive, hurried in and poured her a cup of tea.
"Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Winston is here."
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