Chapter 78

The signal in the secret room was terrible, which was why the message had been delayed. The moment he saw it, he was overcome with euphoria and sprinted out.

Even though Stella had gone to see the person she liked, she had still come back to his home.

That was enough.

"I was home," George said, his voice maintaining its usual gentle tone, but his eyes never left the girl's radiant face.

Marguerite walked toward the gate. "I should get a key made. It would save you the trouble of coming to the door every day."

"It's no trouble," the man's voice was soft but held an unexpected firmness.

Being able to open the door for her was a joy. How could he ever find it

troublesome? It was the secret room's faulty signal that was the problem; he would have to get it fixed.

As the girl drew closer, George caught the faint scent of smoke clinging to her clothes. His eyes darkened. Didn't Joshua know that Stella hated the smell of smoke? Why would he smoke when he was with her?

A second later, his heart sank.

What was the situation between Stella and Joshua now? Were they back together? Would she start coming home late from now on?

"I have a lot of work to do lately, so it's fine if you come home late. I'll probably be up anyway," George added, desperate to dissuade Marguerite from getting a key.

He could wait for her. As long as she came back, he would wait forever.

George's insistence struck Marguerite as odd. Was this a tycoon's powerful need for control? Without a key, she couldn't come and go as she pleased. His opening the door was a form of permission, an act of protecting his territory.

But Marguerite didn't mind. She was a forgetful person by nature; she'd never even carried a key to her own hause before. As long as one of her brothers had one, someone would always be there to let her in.O George's behavior suited her perfectly.

"Alright, then I won't get one made."

The girl's eyes curved into a smile, and under the light, she was breathtaking.

A crazed adoration filled George's gaze. At least now, that smile didn't belong to Joshua alone.

Theobald knew his sister's habits, but he still felt it was inconvenient. "Mr. Spencer, you should still give my sister a key. You're a busy man, you must travel for work often. What if....."

"It's fine. If I travel, I'll let your sister know in advance and leave a key for her," George said, looking at Theobald. At his level, there were few business trips he couldn't postpone.

With a key, they could at least see each other openly once a day, walk a short distance together.

This was George's home, after all. Even if he were just an ordinary person, Theobald couldn't push the matter further. "Alright, Mr. Spencer. You two get some rest. I'll be going now."

Marguerite waved at him. "Drive safe."

Theobald started the car, his beaded hand turning the steering wheel. He glanced at the closed villa gate. Even knowing that Mr. Spencer might have feelings for Marguerite, he too worried. Firstly, he

wasn't too

trusted Mr. Spencer's character. A

man dedicated to charity who treated everyone with kindness, wouldn't do anything to disrespect Marguerite. Secondly, worrying was useless. Could he ask Mr. Spencer to let him move in to keep an eye on things? Obviously not.

He had only one question now: how did Marguerite feel about Mr. Spencer? He

would have to find a time to ask her.

He pulled his gaze away, gently

pressed the accelerator, and the car moved smoothly onto the mountain

road He hadn't driven far when

phone rang He picked it up with one hand; it was an unfamiliar Northpine number. He answered, and a strange man's voice came through the line.

"Theobald, where's your sister?”