NovelUSAChapter 711
To be frank, when Frederick lashed out with his last remark, Marguerite felt a twinge of perverse satisfaction.
There was something in his tone, a hint of urgency and concern, that she couldn't help but find amusing.
Shivering in the chilly air, Marguerite Miley couldn't help but smile. Why did she enjoy this so much? Shaking her
head in amusement, she glanced down at the parchment in her hands, her mood suddenly turning bittersweet.
Teresa wasn't Maurice's child, which should have been good news. Yet, Marguerite couldn't shake off a sense of
confusion. Who was Teresa's real father? And how was she supposed to explain this to Teresa? Momentarily at a
loss, Marguerite didn't have to wait long before Frederick pulled up beside her. She handed him the report as
soon as she got in the car.
"Maurice's vasectomy report."
Frederick, much like Marguerite, barely glanced at the report before tossing it onto the dashboard.
"Daphne brought you here?" he asked.
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"Who else?"
"Good. The lab overseas has received Teresa and Maurice's DNA samples. We'll have the results in a couple of
days."
Marguerite's breath hitched at the thought. With Maurice's vasectomy report in her hand, and the pending DNA
test results, she would have leverage to negotiate.
But deep down, she knew it wouldn't be easy. Maurice was meticulous in his dealings. By exposing his secrets,
she was ready to burn bridges, unwilling to let Teresa live under Maurice's dark shadow forever.
As Frederick drove toward the city, the scenery outside the window shifted, the desolate shadows giving way to
scattered lights.
"By the way," Marguerite turned to him, "Daphne had a message for you. They're quite determined to get their
hands on the wafer technology."
Frederick, steering with one hand, replied, "Maurice is headed to Veracoria in three days, probably to negotiate
about that with a hacker."
"Are you going with him?"
"It wouldn't hurt to check it out."
"But that means you'll be leaving with him. What about Penelope's funeral in three days? You're not attending?"
"I'll leave after the funeral. There's time."
Marguerite felt a tightness in her chest, "Just... be careful."
"Worried about me?" Frederick glanced at her.
Unabashed, Marguerite confessed, "Yeah, my right eyelid's been twitching."
"What does that mean?" Frederick paused.
"Left for wealth, right for disaster. Haven't you heard that saying?"
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Frederick's smile was effortless, his laughter light, "Superstitious."
Soon, Frederick dropped Marguerite off at the Winston Mansion. The wafer project was still under consideration,
and he wasn't sure about heading to Veracoria to meet the hacker. He needed to return to his company to
strategize.
Marguerite watched Frederick's car disappear into the night before reluctantly turning to head inside.
But as she turned, she was met with the cold, imposing figure of Maurice.
Marguerite felt her heart sink. Why was Maurice always appearing out of nowhere, especially whenever she was
with Frederick? Did he enjoy playing these games?
Marguerite sidestepped him without a word, heading straight for the mansion's
entrance.
Maurice, however, pulled her back, his voice icy, "Marguerite, getting bold, are we? Have you no shame?"
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