Chapter 255 I Don't Get Angry That Easily.
Margaret lifted her eyelids.
Because of her anxiety, she gripped the handle of the utensils tightly.
Raymond sat across from her, separated by a table.
The expensive suit he wore was both charming and eye-catching, exuding the aura of someone in a high position.
Margaret couldn't see any expression on his face, which made her even more uneasy.
She spoke to herself, "There's nothing between Daniel and me, we're just ordinary friends."
"And the little mute, he's already dead. I only met him once, I can't even remember what he looked like. There's nothing improper between us."
"Raymond, I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, you can investigate." Margaret bit her lip.
Raymond squinted his eyes, "Why did you come to see me? What do you really want?"
He didn't believe she would suddenly have a change of heart and come to explain these things to him.
But he was still pleased that she was willing to put effort into him.
Raymond was too reserved, not liking to show his emotions, so no one could guess what he was thinking.
"I came just to calm you down." Margaret put down the utensils, stood up, walked over to Raymond, pulled a chair, and sat in front of him.
Raymond still didn't speak, who just looked at her indifferently, scrutinizing her.
Margaret, gathering her courage, reached out to tug at his sleeve, with a hint of coquettishness, "Raymond, don't be angry, okay?"
"Are you that afraid of me being angry?" Raymond's voice was low, his eyes like a deep, unfathomable lake.
Margaret couldn't help but sneer inwardly; of course, she was afraid.
Every time he got angry, he would find ways to force her to admit her mistakes, to submit.
She nodded, "The Hughes Family will have to rely on you in the future, of course, I'm afraid of you being angry."
"Don't let it happen again." Raymond reached out and touched her hair, which was very soft, and very comfortable to touch.
Raymond liked her like this, obedient, sensible, and understanding. A satisfied smile appeared in his eyes.
Seeing him smile, Margaret gathered her courage again and sat on Raymond's lap, pleading, "Raymond, are you really not angry anymore?"
"Yes. If I got angry every time, I'd have been crazy from anger by now." Raymond said irritably.
Margaret played with his tie, testing, "Then can you let my dad come home?"
"Come home?" Raymond's expression changed slightly as he looked at her.
She bit her lip, anxious, "My dad went missing this morning. Who else but you would be so bored to take him away? Raymond, it's almost New Year's, can you not do this? Let him come home."
Raymond's face grew darker, as if he was struggling to contain some emotion.
"Raymond, I'll listen to you from now on. Just tell me, what do you want for you to let him come back? I'll do anything. I'll have the baby, I'll take the medicine that's good for the baby." Margaret thought he didn't believe her, so she said all the nice things.
Raymond suddenly pushed her off his lap.
His cold gaze made Margaret's heart tremble.
"So this is your ultimate goal." Raymond laughed coldly. He thought she genuinely didn't want him to be angry.
He thought she truly realized her mistake and came to appease him.
However, it turned out she had ulterior motives.
Raymond felt a mix of emotions, his hopes were dashed, and he felt hurt.
He stood up from the chair, giving Margaret a cold look, "You should go back. I'm very busy and don't have time to listen to your nonsense."
Seeing him about to leave, Margaret hurriedly ran over to block his way.
He had finally shown up; how could she let him leave.
"Tell me, what do you want for you to let him come back! Do you know my mom is going crazy with worry! Raymond, you can argue with me, throw tantrums at me, whatever you want, you can come at me, but why take it out on my family?" Margaret was so anxious she spoke without thinking.
Raymond's face grew even darker, his facial lines tightening more, "You say I did it, where's the evidence?"
"Would you leave evidence if you took someone?"
"Margaret, if there's evidence proving I did it, then please go to the cop and have them arrest me. If there's no evidence, stop slandering me." Raymond impatiently tugged at his tie.
Margaret clenched her fists.
"Don't tell me you don't know who took Marlon? He must have done too many bad things, made too many enemies."
Raymond's words made Margaret's face flush with anger. "Raymond!"
"When you go out to deceive people, please be more careful, Margaret. I'm not as easy to fool as you think."
Margaret's anger surged uncontrollably.
Raymond sneered, "Is this your true face? Just now you were pretending to be a docile cat, who were you trying to fool? Are you going to leave on your own, or should I call security to throw you out?"
"Do you have to be so ruthless? I've been pushed to this point by you, what more do you want?" Margaret cried out in anger.
Seeing her eyes redden, Raymond's heart softened for a moment.
But then he remembered, after all these years of marriage, she didn't even have the most basic trust in him, so he suppressed his soft feelings and dialed the intercom, "Call a few security guards to the reception room."
"No need! I can walk out myself!" Margaret wiped her tears and ran out of the reception room crying.
The intercom was still connected.
"Mr. Howard, are you okay?" Alvin's voice came through the intercom.
Raymond was silent for a moment, then instructed, "Help find out Marlon's whereabouts."
"Mr. Howard, you clearly care about Mr. Hughes, why don't you explain it to Mrs. Howard? She must have misunderstood you again." Alvin couldn't help but speak.
Raymond hung up and rubbed his temples.
She had misunderstood him too many times, it couldn't be explained clearly.
One more time, one less time, it didn't matter anymore.
Raymond called Alvin again, "Delegate the task of finding Marlon to someone else. Follow Mrs. Howard and ensure her safety, make sure she returns to the Hughes Manor safely."
"Yes, Mr. Howard."
Alvin drove an inconspicuous car, following Margaret from a distance.
Margaret first jogged for a while, then slowed down, covering her face and crying, not caring about the looks from passersby.
Alvin initially wanted to drive up to her and let her get in the car.
But then he thought, Margaret was in a fit of anger, and this was her most vulnerable moment. It was better not to disturb her and let her vent.
Margaret walked down the street, watching the snowflakes falling from the sky, the snowflakes melting into her tears on her cheeks.
She thought to herself, 'Dad, where are you? Dad, can you hear me?'
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