Chapter 97

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the evening sky was painted with a palette of red hues.

Marguerite just back to the mansion in time for dinner. Frederick was seated at the head of the table and Laverne was engrossed in her new phone.

Marguerite’s gaze happened to meet his. Some unspeakable traits on his face made him so dignified.

Feeling uneasy about their spat the previous night, Marguerite was not in the mood for chit–chat.

She quietly headed for the dining room and sat next to Laverne, whispering, “Granny, it’s dinner time. Phone can wait.”

With that, she served Laverne some chicken soup.

Laverne was squinting at and wrestling with her phone screen.

Suddenly, she slammed her phone on the table, crossed her arms and looked visibly pissed off, seemingly at herself.

“Damn it!”

stunned. She jerked her

the phone is too

your horses, Granny.

picked up the phone, opened the settings and patiently adjusted the font size for

feeling uneasy not

in Marguerite’s hand and attempted to kick start

Marguerite could answer, Laverne grunted, “Hell no, it’s not from Marguerite. It’s a

asked

at Frederick and explained flatly. “It’s

expression was visibly affectionate as she heard Steven’s

a fancy car! The doors open like wings! It’s

lip awkwardly and didn’t

about limo brands and

man at the head of the table was

McLaren?

correctly, the limo that dropped Marguerite

her off one night and gave her

What would

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