NovelEnglishChapter 854
Maurice had a habit of showing up at the office for no apparent reason- something Marguerite had long grown
used to.
She kept her head down, quietly sipping her tea, when his voice drifted over her from behind. “Everything ready
for tomorrow's launch?"
She didn't bother looking up. "Tomorrow isn't just the launch for Polar Radiance. It's also Silas and Violet's
wedding, remember?"
"If you want to go to the wedding, just say so. We can always reschedule the launch event."
Marguerite let out a cold, sarcastic laugh.
Everything was already set in stone; even if she wanted to change the date, it was far too late now.
Maurice always acted two-faced, loving nothing more than pointing out the obvious after the fact.
She had to hand it to him-he was consistent.
Finally, she raised her head and met his gaze. "I hope you'll keep your promise." "Sorry, what promise?"
"After Silas and Violet get married, you'll move out of the apartment. And take your bodyguards and spies with
you. | want all of them out of my house."
Maurice crouched down in front of her, bringing himself to her eye level. For a fleeting moment, Marguerite
caught a rare softness in his eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe sight made her skin crawl. She wrinkled her nose and turned away. "Marguerite, don't be childish."
"Are you going back on your word?"
"Haven't we gotten along just fine these past few days?"
"You might think so. | don't."
Marguerite genuinely didn't understand what about her could keep Maurice entangled with her for three entire
years.
She set her teacup down and glared at him. "So, are you moving out or not?" "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Marguerite let out a sigh, but before she could protest, Maurice took her hand. "Con. You're free this
afternoon, aren't you? Let's get you fitted for a dress." "A dress for what?"
"For tomorrow's launch, of course. You can't seriously be thinking of wearing jeans and a T-shirt."
Before she could argue, Maurice was already leading her toward the door.
Marguerite didn't see the point in arguing with him anymore.
Whatever he wanted her to do, she'd do it. Around Maurice, she felt like an emotionless machine. He was always
eager to please, pressing his warmth against her indifference, and she simply didn't care enough to object.
After all, nothing about Maurice could stir the slightest ripple in her.
Downtown Cresthaven was hto
an exclusive atelier, famed for its
custom gowns. The city's most celebrated celebrities and the wives of the ultra-wealthy all fought for a chance
to own one of their limited-edition creations.
It was every woman's dream to set foot inside this place-many brought blank checks, desperate for a single
dress, but money alone wasn't enough. You needed connections, too.
Yet Maurice, despite being new to Cresthaven, walked in as if he owned the place and casually told Marguerite,
"Pick whatever you like. Don't worry about the price."
The staff eyed Marguerite with envy, quietly speculating just who she was to be favored by Maurice Winston.
Marguerite, however, ignored the stares and took her tbrowsing. She wasn't in any rush.
Noticing her hesitation, Maurice plucked a sleeveless black jumpsuit from the rack. "How about this one? I think
it suits you."
Her eyes lit up for a moment. She took it from him and was about to head to the fitting room when a
saleswoman started gushing.
"Excellent choice, Mr. Winston! That piece is very particular about who wears it it takes a strong presence to pull
it off. But the moment | saw this young lady, | could tell she's a natural-born leader."
Marguerite managed a polite, if awkward, smile.
She glanced down at the dress in her hands. It wasn't exactly her style, but it
looked simple and comfortable-nothing too fussy.
She turned to head for the fitting rooms when, out of nowhere, a woman in a wedding gown appeared, flashing
her a radiant smile.
"Marguerite! What a coincidence-are you here to pick out a wedding dress too?"
Marguerite finally recognized her. The cheerful woman before her was none other than Violet-the bride-to-be.
Standing just behind Violet, in a sleek black suit, was Silas. His expression was impossible to read as he fixed his
gaze on Marguerite.
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