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

right to his face, yet he managed to

had hidden himself well, embodying a stoic nature to

was always at a disadvantage; she was

nothing had happened, neatly stacking the papers

tough keeping all

floored by his

thanking him

wasn't just tough; her heart

like

done beating

do you have to be my

your actions, but deeds always leave traces.

not be the last day we see each other, but I believe our

room, changed out of her gown, found Frederick still

didn't tell Maurice that she knew Teresa was Frederick's child. Even in anger, she

her cards on the table, fearing Maurice might take

to reality only to find Daphne standing

halter-neck dress that hugged her curves, she was the epitome of seduction

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

slightly, mocking clear in her

just where you wanted, but you have to admit, Marguerite

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