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

is too small. I

horses, Granny. I’ll fix it for

the phone, opened the settings and patiently adjusted the font size

feeling uneasy not having seen

hand and attempted

it’s not from Marguerite. It’s a gift

Frederick asked with a

at Frederick and explained flatly.

expression was visibly affectionate as she heard

a fancy car! The

awkwardly and didn’t

about limo brands and didn’t know how to respond to

she completely missed the fact that the man at

McLaren?

remembered correctly, the limo that dropped Marguerite home the other night was

guy dropped her off one night

was next? What would

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