Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 708

Stella blinked and took a bite of her burger, speaking with her mouth full, "I can give you the report, but we need to make a trade. Tell me what you know about Miley!"

Marguerite was genuinely surprised. This woman didn't even ask why she needed the report but was only interested in Miley? It seemed Stella truly had deep feelings for Robert. She had not only found out Miley's name but also knew about her connection with Marguerite.

"If you already know about Miley, do you really need me to fill you in on the details?"

Stella, a bit sullenly, said, "What I've found out is common knowledge. I want to know something that others don't."

Stella's words were somewhat convoluted, but Marguerite understood. "Hand me the report first, and then I'll tell you."

"Really?" Stella's eyes lit up. "You're not pulling my leg?"

Marguerite smiled, her gaze fixed on Stella. Stella was slightly shorter and wore a cute Lolita-style princess dress, making her look like a child. Marguerite reached out to pat her head, her smile fond and indulgent, "I never lie to kids."

to take the “kid” reference as a compliment. She snapped her fingers triumphantly

spitting out the document.

towards the door, "You should ask

Marguerite's path, her lips pouting in mock anger, “You

chuckled, "But you're not

Robert always treat

break! You're older than me by

her face alternating between shades of red and white. Seeing her droopy expression, Marguerite's heart softened, and she decided to impart a piece of sage advice: "You said it yourself, they treat you like a kid. But what normal man falls for a

wide with curiosity, never leaving Marguerite. "So, what do

"Men like women, silly."

Marguerite thought Stella would be tough to get through. It turned out she was just a bit outspoken and not

the house, only for a bright red convertible to screech to a halt right in front of her. Glancing at the driver's seat, she was surprised to find Daphne! Today, Daphne was dressed all in black, her smoky makeup meticulously applied, and atop her head sat a large, floppy hat.

was the epitome of a