Chapter 843

Maurice sat back, leisurely sipping his coffee, as if the world outside his window was a calm lake on a Sunday morning.

But when Marguerite opened the door, she was met with two burly bodyguards, their expressions as impenetrable as the Great Wall.

"Miss Lockwood, I'm afraid you need to step back inside," one of them said, blocking her path with all the warmth of a cold winter breeze.

Marguerite's eyes flashed with anger. "Move aside!"

The bodyguard didn't flinch. "Miss Lockwood, please don't make this harder than

it needs to be. If you take another step, we'll have to intervene."

Clutching the handle of her suitcase, Marguerite's knuckles turned white, fury searing through her veins. She was no match for these men, and she knew it, but she stood her ground.

cup down with a

He placed one hand gently on her shoulder and with the other, pulled the door shut with a soft

at him, her voice a low growl, "How long do you plan

until, let's say, Silas

still hung up on Silas. What on Earth

just a business partner, Maurice. Can

Maurice raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I know how men think, Marguerite. The way he looks at

genuinely curious are your feelings for Frederick as deep as you make them out

defiance. "What are you

the scarf around her neck. With a devilish charm, he lifted

cozy up to

brittle twig. The scarf around her neck was a gift from

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