Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 816

The voice was so young and unexpected that Marguerite was momentarily taken aback. She turned her head and saw a chubby little figure sitting on the stool next to her, barely tall enough to peek over the table.

The child wore a pink kindergarten uniform dress, with two pigtails dangling beside her cherubic cheeks, her plump little face so adorable that it was hard not to smile, and even harder to resist the urge to pinch her cheeks.

Wasn't this Silas's daughter, Margot?

What on earth was this little girl doing here? And where on earth was her dad?

Marguerite's mind buzzed with questions, but before she could voice any, Margot picked up the glass of lemonade by Marguerite's hand and took a couple of big gulps. Then, looking directly at the man across the table, she said:

"Uncle, you're thirty but look older than forty. You want to marry a young woman fresh out of college, but she might not want to marry you!"

name was

I can teach them about life, help them avoid pitfalls. And, let me tell you, I'm a self- made man, not

of a woman?" Margot's innocent face was as guileless

"Kid, do you even

but with house prices in Cresthaven so high, you don't seem like someone who can afford it. In the end, wouldn't she have to pay? And you don't even

make it sound like I'm

her money, then whose? I think you're just looking for a rich woman to take care of you. But, Uncle,

Margot laid bare the truth, leaving Charlie's face as dark as a burnt toast. He slammed his hand on the

So rude! Where are

girl might be

eyes widening in defiance, giving Charlie a fierce stare that was anything but timid. Her logic was sharp, her speech fluent,

Even Marguerite was stunned.