Chapter 155
Bride Behind The Mask
âHave you seen this before?â Miley excitedly moved closer to Marguerite, her face filled with urgency Marguerite, however, was frowning pinching her temples, her lips tightly closed. She couldnât recall where she had seen the cufflink before Growing Impatient, Miley quickly cupped Margueriteâs face in her hands. âSpit it out! Youâre killing me with suspense!â
Marguerite blinked and said, âThe more I look at this cufflink, the more familiar it seems, but I canât remember where Iâve seen it.â
Miley sighed deeply in disappointment and sat down next to Marguerite.
This woman, why does she always drop the ball at crucial moments!
Thereâs a saying that a womanâs IQ drops when sheâs pregnant, and Miley felt that it applied perfectly to Marguerite.
Forget it, Iâll take this photo to the suit store later and see if anyone knows anything.â Miley went silent for a moment, then looked at Marguerite, âWhatâs your next move?â
After days of running around, Marguente was worn out. She had finally found a job at a bar, only to lose it because of Ablett and his gang âIâm at my witâs end, what else can I do?â
She said weakly, even speaking seemed to drain her Miley worried that Marguerite would be crushed under the immense mental pressure, she immediately grasped Marguenteâs shoulders, trying to fire her up.
âMarguerite, look at me! Life has its ups and downs, but you have to keep going, you need to pull yourself together!â
Marguerite lifted her head to look at her, completely drained. Then what should I do next?â
*Besides investigating the cufflink, we need to find out who the babyâs father is. Iâve given it some thought, getting the surveillance footage from the Regal Haven Hotel wonât be easy, but they keep records of their guests. Tomorrow, you go apply for a receptionist job at the Regal Haven Hotel! Once we have the guest record of the person who stayed in room 1205, weâll find our target!â
Of course! Why didnât she think of this brilliant idea!
Margueriteâs eyes lit up for a moment, but quickly dimmed again. âIâve been unable to apply for a job for a while now, I even failed at a dishwasher interview. Thereâs no hope for me at a highâend place like the Regal Haven Hotelâ
The reason you couldnât get the dishwasher job is because Mr. Winston bought Promenade Plaza for Yuna and sheâs been targeting you! But the Regal Haven Hotel is a big company, Mr. Winston canât possibly buy that for her too, right? Marguerite, get a grip, youâre not that hopeless!â
Marguerite looked at Miley, and Miley looked back at her. In that brief moment of eye contact, a warm feeling surged in Margueriteâs heart.
Mileyâs optimism was infectious, since she didnât just offer soothing words but also gave Marguerite a feasible plan, preventing Marguerite from feeling completely hopeless.
Margueriteâs eyes hardened, she nodded firmly. âAlright! Iâll go for the interview tomorrow!â
Miley smiled in satisfaction, lifting Margueriteâs face with her hands. âThatâs the Marguerite I know!
Now, no more sulking, or youâll chase away all your good luck!â
The next morning.
After eating, Marguerite left the house, ready to take the bus to the Regal Haven Hotel for the interview.
However, as soon as she stepped out of the building she spotted that familiar luxury car in the corner.
She had seen this car in Sapphire Valley Estates, it belonged to Chuck.
In the past few days, she had seen it no less than ten times. That was why she always wore a mask before returning to the apartment, afraid that Chuck would recognize her.
Marguerite was planning to ignore it like she usually did, but after a few steps, she stopped, thought for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the luxury car Her slender fingers started knocking on the window, the person inside quickly rolled down the window, looking at Marguerite with a smile. âMarguente? What a coincidence, what are you doing here?â
Marguerite replied without expression, âItâs not a coincidence. I know you were sent to follow me, tell Frederick that I donât know who the father of the child is, and I donât have any secret lovers. So, stop following me, itâs pointlessâ
Chuckâs smile turned awkward, but Marguerite had already turned and walked away Her frail figure walking on the bustling street might not stand out in the crowd, but she seemed strong and unyielding.
Chuckâs face instantly changed, and he didnât know what to express. As soon as Marguerite got on the bus, he immediately started his engine and followed her again.