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

font on the phone is too

chuckled, “Hold your horses, Granny. I’ll fix

the settings and patiently adjusted the

feeling uneasy not

the new phone in Marguerite’s hand and attempted to

answer, Laverne grunted, “Hell no, it’s not from Marguerite. It’s a gift from that handsome doc

asked with a

looked at Frederick and explained

was visibly affectionate as she

quite a looker and drives a fancy car! The doors open like

awkwardly and didn’t

about limo brands and

that the man

McLaren?

Marguerite home the other night

night and gave her a

What would he give

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