NovelFastChapter 885
*#*Cancel the wedding?**
Marguerite stared in shock.
She never expected to hear that answer.
Why would the wedding be called off?
Could it be because of Silas...?
Before her half-formed suspicion could take shape, Marguerite shook her head, forcing herself to stop spiraling.
She took a long, steadying breath before finally asking, "Was it Silas who called it off, or was it Violet?"
"Does it really matter?" her friend replied. "The story the Reed family put out is that Violet's mother, Hazel, had a
sudden heart attack and collapsed at the ceremony. That's why they had to cancel everything at the last minute.
But it's been days now, and Mr. Ward hasn't made a single public statement."
Marguerite's thoughts settled, a subtle wave of disappointment passing through
her.
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So it was because of family.
For a moment, she'd wondered if it had anything to do with her.
Turns out, she was just overthinking it again.
She glanced at the time, gathered a stack of folders, and stood up. "Let's head to the conference room."
"Yeah, okay."
The conference room was right next to Marguerite's office. By the tshe walked in, nearly everyone had
already arrived.
There were no assigned seats or strict hierarchy in Marguerite's company; people just took whatever spot was
open. She slid into the nearest empty chair.
Chuck made a move to sit next to her, but before he could, a shadowy figure reached out, long arm draping
casually over the back of the chair, blocking his way.
"Sorry, I'm going to need this seat for quite a while."
Marguerite blinked in confusion.
Had she imagined that? Was she just hearing things?
Because she could've sworn that was Silas's voice.
She turned her head on instinct and, sure enough, there he was: the familiar man standing behind her, a medical
mask covering his face.
It really was Silas.
But he didn't spare her a glance. Dressed in an unusually sharp suit, he exuded a steely intensity that was
almost intimidating.
Chuck hesitated, then just grinned and walked off with lke to find seats elsewhere.
Silas settled into the chair beside Marguerite. She felt her cheeks grow warm and her heart pound with nervous
anticipation.
"Quite a while'? What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
Did he mean he'd be coming to the office regularly?
Why?
Had he... not given up on her after all?
Marguerite gazed at him, searching his face, only to notice a hint of a smile at the corner of his eyes.
"What do | mean?” Silas replied. “I've invested a fortune here, and before | see a single cent in returns, | get
news that the press conference is canceled. If the project's in trouble, shouldn't | show up?"
His tone was sharp-almost confrontational.
Marguerite was so taken aback she couldn't find her words at first. After a long pause, she managed to say,
"Don't you have family matters to deal with? How do you have tto cto my office?"
Silas didn't look at her. He crossed his legs, one arm draped over the armrest, the other spinning a pen his
fingers with practiced
ease.
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"Time? | have plenty. But more importantly, | need to know exactly where my
money's going, don't you think, Ms. Lockwood?"
The pen twirled between his fingers, mimicking the anxious flutter of Marguerite's own heart.
What was happening to her?
Wasn't this distance between them exactly what she'd wanted?
So why did it hurt so much, hearing him call her "Ms. Lockwood" with that cold formality?
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