Chapter 67 Margaret, Are You Crazy about Money?
Sarah was like, "Yeah."
She dug a pen out of her bag, popped the cap off, and handed it to Margaret.
Margaret grabbed it, scribbled a number on the check, and tossed the pen aside.
Sarah picked it up, her face going red with rage. "A billion bucks? Margaret, are you nuts? You think you're worth a billion dollars?"
Margaret shot back, eyes full of scorn, "I'm not worth a billion, but Mrs. Howard's spot is. If you can't cough up the cash, why are you even fronting?"
Sarah took a deep breath; Margaret wouldn't live to spend it anyway, so a billion it was.
Grinding her teeth, Sarah said, "Fine, I agree, but I need time to get the money. And this stays between us."
Margaret smirked. "You think Raymond's so bad, but you still hang on to him. Should I call you devoted or just plain dumb?"
Sarah glared. "Margaret, shut up! Raymond loves me; he said he'd marry me!"
Margaret laughed. "Then why'd you sneak me here, write a check, and beg me to leave? What's the point?"
Margaret grabbed her bag, eyeing the steaming coffee.
She picked up the cup and walked toward Sarah.
Sarah thought she was gonna drink it, didn't think much of it.
Next thing she knew, coffee was all over her head.
Her curls and makeup were trashed, making her look a mess.
"Margaret, what the hell? I invite you for coffee, and you pour it on me?" Sarah's eyes blazed. "I'm telling Raymond; you're done!"
Margaret, stone-faced, grabbed Sarah's coffee and splashed it in her face.
Then she dumped the whole pot on her.
Sarah was stunned, speechless. "What are you doing?"
Margaret said, "Since you're gonna snitch, I don't need to hold back. Didn't you get Dorothy to hit me today?"
Sarah stammered, "I..."
Margaret sneered, "You're just a joke to me. Think I'm as easy to push around as Dorothy? Stop messing with me. I've been spoiled my whole life and have a bad temper. Mess with me, and I'll hit back hard."
Sarah tried to slap her, but Margaret grabbed her wrist and squeezed.
Sarah yelped in pain, "Margaret, let go!"
"You think you can hit me? Talk crap again, and I'll break this hand. I mean it." Margaret's fierce look made Sarah shrink in fear.
Then Margaret let go, grabbed her bag, and walked out.
Behind her, Sarah's weak, tearful voice called out, "Raymond, you gotta help me. Margaret bullied me. She poured coffee on me."
Margaret shook her head, smiling bitterly. Sarah was already tattling. Didn't matter; he already hated her. Hating her more wouldn't change a thing.
Sarah clutched her phone, listening to Raymond's annoyed voice. "I told you to stay away from her. Why'd you provoke her? When has that ever worked out for you?"
Sarah sobbed harder, trying to milk some sympathy. "I didn't provoke her, I invited her for coffee to apologize. She got the wrong idea about me visiting Nancy last time. She didn't listen and just dumped coffee all over me."
But Raymond was just annoyed. "That's just how she is, deal with it. Come home early."
His words were half-hearted and biased.
Sarah wanted to say more, but Raymond had already hung up.
In the Hughes Group CEO's Office, Raymond watched the video Sarah had sent.
In the clip, Margaret and Daniel were laughing and chatting, her eyes sparkling.
She used to smile like that only for him.
Raymond replayed the video over and over, getting more irritated each time.
Especially with Sarah's message: [Raymond, they look so good together.]
Raymond smoked all afternoon, his work forgotten. The ashtray was overflowing.
He got up, threw on his suit jacket, grabbed his car keys, and drove back to The Hughes Manor.
He didn't even know why he was going back. The last time he went was on his birthday, and the house was empty. Her favorite spot on the sofa was vacant. She wasn't there.
He thought she had run away.
This time, the whole villa was still pitch dark, not a single light on.
Raymond flipped on the lights and changed his shoes.
He looked around, but she still wasn't back.
He thought, 'Is she still chatting with Daniel? What could they be talking about from morning till now? She used to love chatting with me. Has she forgotten she's married?'
Raymond called Alvin and ordered, "Find out everything about the cop who showed up at the funeral today. I want all his info."
Alvin thought Raymond wanted to go after Daniel and couldn't help but speak up, "Mr. Howard, after you left, Mrs. Howard had an incident, and that cop helped her."
He hadn't planned to tell Raymond about Margaret's incident, fearing Raymond would get suspicious of her.
But now, it seemed he couldn't hide it.
"In my judgment, that officer isn't a bad guy and poses no threat to you, Mr. Howard. Can you let him go?" Alvin pleaded. He knew if something happened to Daniel, Margaret and Raymond's relationship would only get worse.
Alvin explained how Dorothy had targeted Margaret after Raymond left and how Daniel had stood up for Margaret.
Raymond sneered over the phone, "You didn't tell me this because you were afraid I'd be suspicious of them? Alvin, don't forget who pays your salary."
That short sentence showed Raymond's displeasure.
Alvin quickly apologized.
Raymond ordered, "Teach them a lesson, and make sure it's clean and doesn't expose our identity!"
Alvin replied, "Yes, I'll handle it right away."
Raymond added, "Keep this quiet; make sure Margaret doesn't find out."
Alvin nodded. "I understand, Mr. Howard."
Alvin hung up, puzzled. Raymond clearly cared about Margaret. Every time she got bullied, like when Ashley disrespected her after taking her money, Raymond secretly fired Ashley.
Like this time, Dorothy targeted Margaret, and Raymond was secretly helping Margaret get back at her.
But Raymond was unwilling to tell Margaret everything.
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