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.

earlier, she’d twisted her ankle. The piercing pain was a mere

had over and over

the director’s

the middle of a conversation with Frederick. Her expressions were as animated as ever,

seeing Marguerite, Miley’s face contorted into an exaggerated concern. “Marguerite! What happened to

was at her

twinge of annoyance mixed

dramatic,”

in close, whispering conspiratorially, “Because you will never say it yourself! I have to be dramatic or

had to admit that Miley

swiftly guided Marguerite to her chair and unexpectedly knelt to remove her snow boots, her hands fluttering

Winston! Marguerite’s ankle is swollen!”

and indeed saw a bulge around her

even notice,” she said calmly.

gaze followed, and with a hint of urgency,

of concern and accusation, but it made Marguerite

“I fell.”

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