Chapter 84

Meet him? Please. In his wildest dreams. Who gave him the confidence to think she wanted to see him?

Marguerite ignored the request again, but George's words from earlier echoed in her

mind.

"Marguerite, you shouldn't set your standards so low."

It hadn't clicked then, but now the bullet hit her right between the eyes. Her

standards really had been too low. Why had she ever said yes to Joshua's confession back then? Looking at him now, he seemed so... average.

Yes, she definitely needed to raise the bar for her next boyfriend.

She scrolled through her phone for a bit until drowsiness began to set in. Just before she drifted off, she realized she'd discovered another one of George's virtues.

He was very humble.

Soon, the girl's breathing evened out as she slipped into a deep sleep, completely unaware that her bedroom door had been pushed open a crack. In the darkness, a pair of obsessive, clinging eyes watched her from the shadows.

The next day was a Monday.

When Marguerite woke up, she saw a message from Theobald.

[I have an urgent business trip. Something came up in Oakfield, and Anna has to come with me. Maybe you should hold off on looking for Aaron today. We can go together when I get back.]

Marguerite stretched languidly in bed, her slender fingers tapping out a reply: [It's fine. I'll go check out Westside High. Leave Aaron to me. Don't worry.]

Her phone autocorrected the last word.

[I mean, I'll worry. No, wait. I meant don't worry.]

Theobald, waiting at the airport, read the two messages and rubbed the black worry beads on his right wrist with his left hand.

[Alright. Call me if anything happens. I've already sent a secretary to pick you up.]

Aaron was, of course, more important than work, but in terms of urgency, the situation in Oakfield demanded his immediate attention.

After washing up, Marguerite went downstairs and found the same scene as always: the handsome man, busy in the kitchen. It was almost magical how every morning, breakfast would be in its final stages of preparation right as she appeared, ready for her to eat, hot and fresh, within minutes.

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Today's breakfast was soup, and the familiar taste blossomed on her tongue. She was tempted to ask George how he managed to replicate the flavor of Joshua's family chef so perfectly, but asking would be incredibly rude. Besides, she'd rather not bring up Joshua at all.

After finishing her meal, Marguerite got into the car sent by Theobald. The driver

was a young woman with a sweet smile and two dimples.

"Good morning, Marguerite! My name is Nancy."

Marguerite smiled back. “Good morning, Nancy. I'm Marguerite. We're heading to Westside High."

Joshua had been trying to track Marguerite's whereabouts. He'd first reached out to the paparazzi in Northpine, figuring that since she'd been in the tabloids with Theobald, they'd be keeping an eye on her. But as soon as he mentioned the name Marguerite, every single one of them refused the job, no matter how much money he offered.

He guessed it was George's handiwork. It was obvious who he was trying to shield

her from. That damn psycho had become terrifying now that he had money and

power.

Left with no other choice, he hired a private investigator at a steep price, desperate to find her. Finally, after waiting for most of the morning, he received a message.

[Marguerite is at Northpine's Westside High.]