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!”

jerked her head,

on the phone is

horses, Granny. I’ll fix it for

settings and patiently adjusted the font size

not having seen Marguerite

phone in Marguerite’s hand and attempted

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

doctor?” Frederick asked

looked at Frederick and explained flatly. “It’s Granny’s doctor,

expression was visibly affectionate as she heard

a fancy car! The

lip awkwardly and

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

the man at the

McLaren?

the limo that dropped Marguerite home the other night was a McLaren

one night and gave her a

What would he

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