Chapter 557

Marguerite’s body tensed, a flicker of shock passing through her wide, watery eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a sharp stab of pain.

Frederick had set up a date to marry Yuna? He was actually doing it?

And to add salt to the wound, he planned to tie the knot on the same day as her?

Marguerite wasn’t sure if she should believe Maurice, but one thing was certain: his timing in delivering this news was a calculated move to even the score between them.

She held her ground, turning to face him, her crimson lips curling into a mocking smile.

“Well, isn’t that just peachy? A double celebration.”

Maurice’s face fell, a gloom enveloping him as he fought to mask his emotions.

Marguerite, on the other hand, spun on her heel and hobbled into a taxi, heading straight for Poppy Petal Fragrances.

Leaning back in the seat, she gazed out the window, lost in thought.

she had jumped out of Maurice’s car earlier, she’d twisted her ankle. The piercing pain

a pain Marguerite had over and over

the director’s office

the middle of a conversation with Frederick. Her expressions were

an exaggerated concern. “Marguerite!

was at her side, fussing over her like

twinge of

dramatic,” Marguerite muttered.

“Because you will never say it yourself! I have to be

herself, Marguerite had to admit that Miley knew her

her chair and unexpectedly knelt to remove her snow boots, her hands

Winston! Marguerite’s ankle

glanced down and indeed saw

notice,” she

followed, and with a hint of

tone was a mix of concern and accusation, but it made Marguerite bristle

“I fell.”

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