Chapter 242 The Unrestrained William
Lucy couldn't keep her jealousy in check when it came to Margaret.
She was fuming and thought, 'Margaret! Always freakin' Margaret! What's she got that I don't? William popped the question, and she still played hard to get. She's got the whole seduction game down pat, no wonder she's got dudes falling for her left and right. Yesterday it was Lyle, today it's William. The two top guys in Ravenford both proposed to her! Why are they so obsessed with her? '
"Lucy, what's the plan now?" Grace's voice crackled through the phone, snapping Lucy out of her thoughts.
Lucy snapped back, her voice icy. "Set up a meet with Mia for me."
"Lucy, you mean..." Grace trailed off, already knowing what Lucy was plotting.
"Yeah, I'm not the only one who wants Margaret out of the picture." Lucy grinned, her eyes flashing with a cold, sinister light.
"Got it, Lucy," Grace replied, throwing in a bit of flattery, "You're a genius."
The next day, the sun was blazing, and the sky was clear.
Margaret had just stepped out, ready to head to work, when a familiar black car pulled up in front of her. She knew it; it was William's ride.
"Margaret, hop in," William said, opening the door with a half-smile.
Margaret slid into the passenger seat, a bit confused, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
William grinned, his deep eyes unusually soft. "Just picking up my future wife for work, no biggie."
Margaret couldn't believe the usually high-and-mighty, serious William could be so cheeky.
"I'm not your wife." Margaret rolled her eyes at him.
William chuckled, his eyes full of confident determination. "You will be soon."
"You have some nerve," Margaret muttered, turning her head, almost bumping into William's handsome face as he leaned in.
His chiseled features, deep eyes, high nose bridge, and perfectly pressed lips made him look like a work of art.
"What are you doing?" Margaret leaned back, wary.
William leaned in closer, his face almost touching hers, and he whispered in her ear, "Just helping you with your seatbelt."
The sudden closeness, his warm breath, all hit Margaret's face.
Margaret blushed. For some reason, a memory of last night's dream flashed in her mind. Her face flushed even more, and her breathing hitched. She quickly pushed William away. "I can do it myself."
William nodded slightly, his deep eyes locked on her face, teasing. "Why's your face all red?"
Margaret took a few deep breaths and said seriously, "It's too hot."
"Is that so?" William smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Margaret sat up straight and glared at him. "Aren't you gonna drive?"
At the Fisher Group, Margaret threw herself into her work. Around noon, she got a call from Anthony.
"I got some updates on that background check you wanted on Angel." Anthony's voice buzzed through the phone.
Margaret stepped into the hallway, making sure no one was around, and asked, "What did you dig up?"
"Angel was adopted by a college professor who passed away last year," Anthony said, sounding all serious.
"A college professor? Any ties to Jack?" Margaret probed.
Anthony shook his head. "Nope, no connection so far, but there's something fishy."
Margaret raised an eyebrow. "What's up?"
"In Aurorania, there's no record of Angel ever being in a hospital," Anthony said thoughtfully. "With those severe injuries she supposedly had, she should've had regular check-ups. But there's nada."
"What if she was never hurt in the first place?" Margaret narrowed her eyes. If Angel wasn't Marjorie, then she never took that fall and never got those injuries.
"Could be," Anthony agreed, sounding serious.
Margaret thought for a moment. "I need all the info on Angel's adoptive parents."
"Got it. I'll get it to you ASAP," Anthony promised.
After hanging up, Margaret bit her lip, deep in thought.
That day, when Angel got busted for leaking bid details and framing Margaret, she had shown her scars to get William's sympathy, crying about how she got hurt saving him years ago.
Margaret remembered those scars looked off, not like they were from a cliff fall eight years ago. She needed to confront Angel, and soon.
Margaret had just gotten back to her desk when the phone rang. It was William.
"Need something?" Margaret answered.
William's clear voice came through. "Bring me a cup of coffee."
Margaret stayed silent. Before she could respond, William had already hung up. Since he asked, she had no choice but to head to the second-floor café and grab a cup of coffee for him.
At the door of the CEO's office, Margaret knocked.
"Come in," William called out in his magnetic voice.
Margaret pushed the door open, placed the coffee in front of him, and said flatly, "Here's your coffee."
William, still typing away, glanced up with a half-smile. "Feed me."
Margaret was speechless and set the coffee down. "Drink it or don't, up to you."
William suddenly stood up and grabbed her hand. "You mad?"
Margaret rolled her eyes at him.
"Let's have dinner tonight," William said, leaning in close to whisper in her ear, "I'll cook, and you can judge my cooking skills."
Margaret shook her head. "Did you forget I have plans with Lyle tonight?"
William's face darkened at her words.
"You're not going," William said, all bossy.
Margaret snorted, meeting his icy gaze. "What if I do?"
Before she could say more, William's handsome face leaned in, and he kissed her.
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