Chapter 739

Marguerite's voice was tinged with a roar, her petite frame trembling

uncontrollably from sheer anger and excitement.

Maurice looked at Marguerite, his face a complex mix of emotions. Until this moment, he had no idea that the web of lies he had spun was already unraveled by Marguerite.

His tone remained calm, but his displeasure was evident:

"Marguerite, cut the drama, will you?"

"Drama?"

Marguerite felt like she had just heard the joke of the century, pointing at two reports on the floor, her smile dripping with sarcasm.

"Why don't you take a good look at what's on the floor before you talk to me?"

Maurice's eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at Marguerite, then bent down, his slender fingers picking up the reports from the floor, his eyes quickly scanning them.

Marguerite saw his gaze shift from disdain to doubt, and then to anger. Yet, the man's expression remained largely unchanged throughout.

Marguerite's sense of irony grew stronger.

An actor!

was indeed a

face, yet he managed to

himself well, embodying a stoic nature

at a

happened, neatly stacking the papers and

tough keeping all that bottled up,

was floored by his

she be thanking

heart was on the verge

like a ticking

done beating around the

right do you have to be my

meticulous in your actions, but deeds always leave traces. Do you really think you can deceive me

other, but I believe our time together should come

to the dressing room, changed out of her gown, found Frederick

Maurice that she knew Teresa was Frederick's child. Even

she couldn't lay all her cards on the table, fearing

reality only to find Daphne standing before

an emerald green halter-neck dress that hugged her curves, she was the

she lit a cigarette, her slender fingers bringing it to her lips for a deep inhale, then slowly exhaling a thin stream of

upturned eyes narrowed slightly, mocking clear in

you wanted, but you have to admit, Marguerite

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