Chapter 203 I Can Prove It
Peter and his buddies had planned to grab lunch together. As they strolled through the shopping district, they noticed a crowd gathered at the entrance of a boutique. Peter glanced over casually and was shocked to see that the person getting hassled looked like Margaret. He froze and moved closer to get a better look.
Turned out, Lucy and Grace were giving Margaret a hard time.
Peter couldn't believe Margaret would mess up Grace's clothes. He was about to step in and help her out but then thought twice. Playing the hero should be left to William.
Thinking this, Peter pulled out his phone and dialed William's number.
William had gotten up early, planning to hit the office for some overtime, but found himself driving towards East Garden instead. He wandered around Margaret's apartment building for a while before finally going upstairs.
But after ringing the doorbell for ages, no one answered. Margaret wasn't home. William called her, but her phone was off.
Feeling a bit frustrated, he turned his car around and headed to the Fisher Group. Just as he got to his office, he got a call from Peter.
"Peter, what's up?" William answered in a deep voice.
Peter spoke on the other end, "I just passed through the shopping district and saw Ms. Scott."
"Margaret?" William asked, a hint of a smile in his voice.
"Yeah, she seems to be in some trouble. I don't know, but it looks pretty serious." Peter held back some details. "Mr. Fisher, why don't you come and see for yourself?"
"Where?" William pressed.
Peter looked at the boutique's entrance and replied, "Right at the entrance of the boutique in the shopping district."
"Okay, I'll be right there." William's tone was urgent.
Just as he hung up and was about to rush to the shopping district, he looked up to see Angel walking over with a thermos.
"William, I made this breakfast especially for you. Try it," Angel said softly as she approached William. She knew William was a workaholic and would definitely come to work on weekends, so she made breakfast to win his favor.
But William didn't even glance at her and said indifferently, "Marjorie, I have something to do. I have to go."
"William, where are you going? I'll go with you!" Angel hurriedly followed him. She had vaguely heard William's phone conversation at the door, and it seemed to be related to Margaret. Seeing how much William cared about Margaret, Angel couldn't hide the jealousy in her eyes.
"Marjorie, you should go back," William said impatiently. Peter had been vague on the phone, and William was eager to get to the shopping district to see what kind of trouble Margaret was in.
"William, let me go with you," Angel insisted, clinging to William and hopping into his car.
When they got to the shopping district, they saw Margaret getting hassled by Lucy and Grace.
"Well, Margaret, if you kneel and apologize, I won't make a big deal about you ruining my clothes," Grace said, all smug.
Margaret, cool as a cucumber, looked at Grace and said, "If it turns out I didn't ruin your clothes and you falsely accused me, shouldn't you be the one kneeling and apologizing?"
Grace hesitated, but before she could say anything, Lucy jumped in, "Of course, no problem. Grace, you scared of her?"
"Grace, so you agree?" Margaret crossed her arms, staring Grace down.
Grace gritted her teeth. "Fine!"
She was sure she had everything covered and that Margaret wouldn't have a leg to stand on.
Margaret followed Grace and Lucy back into the boutique, with reporters and their cameras trailing behind. Lucy barked at the clerk, "Get your manager."
The clerk, seeing Lucy's attitude, didn't waste any time and called the manager. Ten minutes later, the manager showed up, looking flustered.
"Ms. Clark, how can I help you?" the manager asked, all respectful.
Lucy, acting all high and mighty, said, "While my friend and I were shopping, my friend got attacked, and her clothes were ruined. I want an explanation."
"Did this really happen?" The manager looked at the clerk, puzzled.
The clerk, looking down and biting her lip, said, "I was busy with other customers and didn't see anything."
Lucy pointed to the tear in Grace's clothes and said coldly, "See this? Margaret did it."
"No need for more talk, just pull up the surveillance footage," Margaret said, not wanting to waste time.
The manager called the security chief, "Get the surveillance footage."
After a bit, the security chief came back, looking apologetic, "Sorry, manager, the footage didn't capture it."
Margaret's heart skipped a beat. She glanced up at the camera at the entrance, which seemed to be working fine. The camera should've caught the whole thing where Grace blocked her, and she only lightly pushed Grace. So why wasn't it on tape?
Grace's lips curled into a smug smile. She walked up to Margaret, cleared her throat, and said, "Margaret, even though the footage didn't catch it, both Lucy and I saw you ruin my clothes. And my clothes have your fingerprints on them. Just give up and kneel and apologize!"
Margaret shot Grace a cold look. "Since the footage didn't capture anything, it can't prove I ruined your clothes."
"I can prove it." A sudden voice rang out.
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