Chapter 244 My Fiancée Doesn't Need Your Ride
Lucy was staring at Lyle's car when William strolled out, all cool and collected.
The second Lucy spotted William, she made a beeline for him.
Pointing at Lyle's car, which was almost outta sight, she blurted out, "William, I just saw Margaret hop into Lyle's car. They were all chatty and giggly, looking super tight."
William's face darkened at that. He'd cut his meeting with Michael short about their collab and rushed to the secretary's office to find Margaret, but she was already gone.
The folks around told him Margaret had already clocked out. He couldn't believe she actually ignored his strong objections and got into Lyle's car.
Seeing William's icy demeanor, Lucy smirked and added fuel to the fire, "Honestly, Margaret and Lyle make a cute couple. Michael said Lyle dumped Mia because of Margaret. Lyle's been chasing Margaret for two whole years. And remember that night at the awards ceremony? He proposed to her, even if they said it was just for promoting the new show."
Lucy's words grated on William's nerves, and he snapped, "Shut it!"
With that, William walked off without a backward glance.
Lucy stared longingly at William's back. She secretly vowed that one day, she'd win over him and be the Fisher family's hostess.
Margaret sat in Lyle's car until they reached his villa on the outskirts of town.
Lyle handed her a script. "This is for 'Imperial Secrets: Palace of Roses.' Check it out and see which role you like."
Margaret took the script and flipped through it lazily. "Just pick a role for me, not too many scenes."
Margaret wasn't really into acting. First off, she didn't like being in the spotlight, and second, she didn't have much time for it.
But since she'd promised at the awards ceremony to take on a role in the new show to smooth things over, she wouldn't back out.
"Margaret, how about Lady Aimee Gracebourne? It fits your criteria," Lyle suggested with a heavy tone.
Actually, Lyle had a bit of a selfish reason for suggesting this role.
Lady Aimee Gracebourne was the love interest of the male lead, the king. Sadly, she was frail and sickly from a young age, and despite all the love, she died young, leaving the male lead heartbroken.
The kicker was, this role had a lot of scenes with the male lead. There were even some intimate scenes. Even if it was just acting, playing a couple with Margaret would make Lyle happy.
Margaret didn't overthink it and nodded. "Alright, let's go with that."
"Here's the script. Look it over and memorize your lines when you get a chance," Lyle said, handing the script back to her.
"Thanks." Margaret smiled.
After a pause, Lyle suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, tomorrow's the opening ceremony. You coming?"
"Yeah, I'll be there," Margaret said, pursing her lips.
Even if William had a problem with her taking time off, it was her life, and he couldn't control her.
Lyle then went over the basics of acting with Margaret until it got pretty late.
Margaret checked the time and stood up. "It's late. I should head back."
"I'll drive you," Lyle quickly offered, standing up too.
As they walked to the villa's entrance, a swarm of reporters suddenly surrounded them. Flashbulbs went off like crazy, capturing Lyle and Margaret in a frenzy of photos.
They'd gotten a tip from Grace that Margaret was meeting Lyle late at night. They didn't expect to catch Margaret and Lyle together at Lyle's villa.
Lyle was a three-time Best Actor winner, and Margaret owned Starlight Entertainment. Whether or not they actually had something going on, just stirring the pot would make for explosive news and generate traffic. Plus, Grace had paid them, so it was a win-win.
"What are you doing?" Margaret asked, frowning as the reporters closed in.
"Margaret, it's so late, and you're at Lyle's villa. Do you two have an unusual relationship?" a reporter asked.
"Of course not," Margaret replied coldly, "We were discussing work."
"Discussing work late at night, just the two of you?" an entertainment reporter pressed, "Ms. Scott, we got an anonymous tip that your relationship with Mr. Pennington isn't as simple as you claim. What's the real deal?"
Margaret rubbed her temples and was about to speak when a cold male voice suddenly cut in. "Which newspaper are you from?"
That voice was so familiar. Margaret turned to look in the direction of the voice.
There stood William, tall and handsome. He was dressed in a black custom-made suit, showing off his perfect physique. Exuding a cold aura, he almost blended into the night.
"Mr. Fisher!" The reporters, seeing William, exchanged glances for a few seconds before swarming him.
Grace's tip hadn't mentioned William showing up tonight, but this love triangle was even juicier. So, a bold reporter asked William, "Mr. Fisher, may I ask..."
"Get lost, all of you!" William glared at the reporter, cutting him off coldly.
William's presence was so intense it was almost suffocating. "If anyone writes nonsense again, you won't be appearing in Ravenford anymore!"
The reporters all fell silent, not daring to breathe loudly.
"Still not leaving?" William's eyes were icy.
Under his powerful aura, the reporters scattered.
Margaret looked at the cold-faced man in front of her, slightly surprised. "William, what are you doing here?"
William narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold as it fell on Margaret's face. "Come with me."
"William, I'll take Margaret home." Lyle stepped forward, blocking Margaret.
"This has nothing to do with you. My fiancée doesn't need your ride!" William shot Lyle a cold glance and scooped Margaret up.
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