NovelUSAChapter 696
Maggie eyed the woman in front of her, decked out in a glittering ball gown and makeup that could rival a
Broadway star's. For a moment, she found her style oddly fitting with the opulent decor surrounding them.
It made sense, after all. A princess should be in a castle.
Maggie furrowed her brows, "Do | know you?"
Since when had she becso famous that seemingly everyone knew who she was?
The so-called princess burst into laughter, "Know you? Of course, | do! Who else could give my Freddie such a
hard time?"
Maggie felt deflated, and just then, Frederick's cool voice floated over.
"Stella! Cut it out!"
So, this woman's nwas Stella?
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Even with Frederick's warning, Stella didn't seem offended. She puffed up her cheeks, winked at Maggie, then
turned to pout at Frederick.
"Oh, con! Can't | make a little joke? Freddie, you're too biased!"
Her voice had a thick, exaggerated American twang, even more childlike than Teresa's.
Maggie kept her expression serene, but Frederick stepped closer, taking her hand and guiding her to a plush
sofa, explaining in a calm tone.
"Stella is Robert's mentee; she grew up abroad. She's not familiar with all our customs here, so please, be
patient with her."
Robert's mentee?
Maggie then remembered Robert was also a psychologist who had provided counseling to Frederick in the past.
So, the three of them knew each other well.
Thus, Maggie adopted a gracious air, her smile tight, "Little sister, | can be patient."
Frederick's smile was tinged with amusement, "She's actually a year older than you."
Maggie: "...
So, her attempt to play the senior card had been thwarted before it even began?
Damn it!
The sight of Maggie's chagrin seemed oddly endearing to Frederick, who couldn't help but ruffle her hair before
turning back to discuss serious matters with Stella.
When the topic shifted to something more serious, Stella's voice becnoticeably more mature. She began
discussing someone named Yuna with Frederick and Violet, using psychology terms that flew over Maggie's head.
Feeling left out, Maggie quietly stood up from the sofa and began snooping around the office for any signs of a
close relationship between Stella and Frederick.
People in love usually display photos of each other, right?
But Maggie found nothing of the sort.
She noticed Stella collected quirky trinkets, fitting with her youthful persona but seemingly at odds with her
profession as a psychologist.
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The only thing remotely related to psychology Maggie found was a pocket watch, which she associated with
hypnosis because of TV shows. But she always found that concept a bit silly.
Returning to her seat, somewhat bored and disappointed, she caught the tail end of Stella jokingly asking, "Yuna
wouldn't happen to be the sister Robert found, right? | might not be too keen on helping then."
Stella then looked at Maggie excitedly, "Yuna looks just like you, doesn't she?"
Maggie stayed silent, letting Violet, with a small smile, respond, "Yes. But our Maggie here is a tad more beautiful
than Ms. Lockwood."
Stella threw her hands up, laughing heartily, "Well, now I'm even less inclined to help! Ha!"
Her laughter was radiant, like a sunflower in full bloom.
But Maggie wasn't offended. She sensed no malice from Stella. This woman was just a bit too blunt, much like
Miley, a straight shooter.
"Knock it off, save Robert sheadache," Frederick said, barely concealing his amusement.
"I won't save him any trouble! He starts dating and doesn't tell me; I'll hold that against him forever."
Oddly, Maggie sensed a hint of jealousy in Stella's tone when she mentioned Robert's love life.
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