Chapter 134 I Don't Want to See You Again
As soon as she stormed into the room, Margaret yanked her hand away from William. "What the hell is Lucy doing here so late?"
"Didn't you see it all?" William chuckled, barely fazed.
"Late night, just the two of you talking business?" Margaret's voice had that unmistakable edge of jealousy.
Even though William had brushed Lucy off before, seeing her try so hard to get his attention still bugged Margaret.
"Margaret, are you jealous?" William lounged on the sofa, smirking.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Margaret tossed his suit jacket at him. "Take it back."
She turned to leave, not even glancing back. But in a flash, a strong hand grabbed her waist. With a quick tug, William threw her off balance, and she tumbled into his arms. Her head bumped against his solid chest, and she let out a scoff. "Let go of me."
The familiar scent of her, so intoxicating, made William's breath hitch. He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her even closer.
Surrounded by his intense presence, Margaret's body went rigid. She took a sharp breath, frowning. "William, what are you doing!"
Before she could finish, William's lips crashed onto hers. His eyes burned with a fierce fire as he kissed her without hesitation.
Margaret struggled a bit, but it only seemed to stoke William's desire. His kiss was deep and lingering, and slowly, Margaret stopped resisting. Her surrender thrilled William, making him crave more.
A wild emotion sparked between them.
The room's temperature climbed, and the soft, enchanting girl in his arms blurred with the girl in his memories. William's voice came out rough. "Marjorie."
Margaret froze. Snapping back to reality, she shoved William away and slapped him hard. Her good mood for the day vanished. Her chest heaved, and her face was deadly serious. "William, don't push it!"
Feeling the sting on his face, William's brows knitted tightly.
"From the start, you've always seen me as Marjorie's stand-in!" Margaret stood up, her voice icy. "Everything you said on the Ferris wheel today was a lie! The one you love is Marjorie, the one you want to spend your life with is Marjorie! But since you can't find her, you use me as a substitute? Let me tell you, William, I, Margaret Scott, won't be anyone's stand-in. You wanted an answer, right? Well, here's your answer..."
Before she could say "no," William cut her off, his voice deep. "Margaret, it's not like that."
"Not like that? Then what is it?" Margaret sneered. She wasn't stupid. In that moment, William calling out Marjorie's name said it all.
William's Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to explain.
The way Margaret felt was so much like Marjorie that for a moment, he thought she was Marjorie, which was why he called her that. To Margaret, it felt like he was just using her as a stand-in for Marjorie. But that wasn't the case.
"Got nothing to say, huh? William, I don't wanna see you again!" With a cold tone, Margaret turned and stormed out. Her heart felt like it was on fire, burning with pain.
She'd been so stupid, almost buying into what William had said on the Ferris wheel. Good thing she hadn't fallen too deep. It wasn't too late to pull back now.
Lucy was fuming, imagining Margaret and William in his room, probably getting all cozy. 'I gotta get rid of that shameless country bumpkin Margaret! William's mine!' she silently swore in her head.
After standing there for a bit, Lucy reluctantly headed back to her room. Just as she reached the elevator, she spotted a familiar figure coming out of a room down the hall.
'Annie? She's back in Fleurancia?' Lucy stopped, curious.
She saw Annie in a nearly see-through white dress, clinging to some old guy from Fleurancia. Lucy recognized him; he was a somewhat famous director named Joseph.
Annie was practically glued to the old man. "Darling, I'm serious about you. You gotta give me the lead role."
Joseph lecherously pinched Annie. "You did well tonight. But, you know, there are lots of actresses gunning for the lead role, and your rep hasn't been great lately."
"I was framed!" Annie bit her lip, looking all pitiful.
It was all Margaret's fault! She'd been caught in a scandal, and the media had a field day, trashing her carefully crafted pure image she'd built by cozying up to Bruce. Because of that, producers and directors had dropped her, leaving her with no roles and having to sell herself to directors for parts.
But even with Joseph, a third-rate director, she'd pulled out all the stops, and he still hadn't given her the lead role.
"I believe you were framed, but the audience doesn't." Joseph spread his hands. "How about this, give me some more time, and I'll call you tomorrow night to discuss it further."
"Alright." Annie reluctantly agreed. She knew exactly what Joseph, the old perv, meant. But now, Joseph was her only shot, and she had to hold on tight.
"See you tomorrow night." Joseph gave Annie a lecherous look and closed the door.
Annie's face darkened as she rubbed the spots Joseph had pawed earlier and turned to leave. After a few steps, she heard a woman's voice. "Annie, long time no see."
Annie looked up to see Lucy standing in front of her.
"Ms. Clark?" Annie was a bit surprised.
Lucy looked Annie up and down, noticing the bruises visible under her thin dress. She'd heard Joseph was a perv, but she hadn't expected Annie to have no limits. It seemed Annie was at the end of her rope. And Annie's downfall was closely tied to Margaret.
Lucy smiled smugly. She'd been worrying about how to deal with Margaret, and now she had found an ally.
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