Chapter 25: Moving to the Guest Room
"Margaret, you've been working at our secretarial department for a few days now. We have a project with Fleurancia Lady Fashion for next season, and you'll be handling it," Ella said, a barely noticeable flash of jealousy in her eyes.
She handed Margaret a few documents. "These are the project materials. Go through them quickly."
Margaret took the documents and glanced at them briefly. "Alright."
Margaret turned and went back to her seat.
Watching her back, the jealousy in Ella's eyes grew even more intense.
The collaboration project with Lady Fashion had always been her responsibility.
But this morning, William called her over and told her to let Margaret handle the project.
Why?
What was so good about this country bumpkin? Why was she getting extra benefits just because she was William's fiancée?
At that moment, Ella received a text message: [How's the thing I mentioned last time going?]
It was from Lucy.
Ella thought for a moment and quickly replied: [Don't worry. This time, I'll definitely get rid of that country bumpkin!]
Lucy replied: [Hurry up!]
Lucy couldn't wait any longer.
Originally, at Victor's banquet, Lucy had framed Margaret for stealing, hoping to get her kicked out.
But Margaret had easily resolved it, making Lucy lose face in front of everyone.
Lucy wouldn't let it go so easily!
A shadow crossed Lucy's face. She thought, 'Margaret, I'll get you soon enough!'
After a busy day, Margaret had almost finished reading the materials Ella had given her.
The Fisher Group was planning to launch several jewelry pieces for the next season, which were already in the design stage. Margaret's job was to follow up with the progress, which wasn't difficult for her.
When she got home after work, Margaret found that her belongings had been moved to a servant's room on the first floor.
"Who moved my stuff?" Margaret asked, frowning in exasperation.
Abigail, wearing high heels, walked up to Margaret with a smug smile. "I had the servants move it. What, you have a problem with that?"
"Didn't your mother teach you that moving other people's stuff without permission is stealing?" Margaret crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, her expression indifferent.
"It's just a couple of broken boxes," Abigail retorted sarcastically. "Cherishing broken boxes like that, no wonder. Coming from the countryside, the Fisher family took you in out of kindness and gave you food and clothes. Even if you live in a servant's room, it's a thousand times better than what you had in the countryside. If you don't want to stay, then leave!"
Broken boxes?
Margaret looked at Abigail as if she were an idiot. These were custom leather cases made by a master craftsman abroad, with top-notch design, craftsmanship, and materials. Yet, in Abigail's eyes, they were just broken boxes. It seemed the Fisher family's knowledge was quite limited.
"What's going on?" William, who had just returned from work, heard the argument and asked coldly.
"William," Abigail said, grabbing his arm and looking aggrieved. "You be the judge. I kindly helped Margaret move her things, and she accused me of stealing. Those busted boxes of hers—beggars wouldn't even take them off the street. Why would I steal that?"
Margaret smiled. "William, you heard her. She moved my things without my permission."
William frowned slightly and pulled his arm back without a word. "Abigail, did you move Margaret's things?"
His cold demeanor made Abigail take a step back involuntarily. "William, it was Daisy's order."
William nodded. He knew Daisy didn't like Margaret, but no matter what, Margaret was a guest. If Bradley found out Margaret had been moved to a servant's room, he would have been furious.
"Move Miss Scott's things back to my room." William instructed the servants, but Margaret interrupted him before he could finish.
"No need." Margaret refused, frowning as she recalled last night's events.
William was displeased by Margaret's reaction.
She would rather stay in a servant's room than share a room with him?
William's face darkened. After a moment, he said, "You'll stay in the guest room from now on."
"Fine by me." Margaret shrugged. She didn't mind the guest room. She just didn't want to stay in William's room anymore. Another incident like last night would be too awkward.
The Fisher family's guest room was tastefully decorated, which suited Margaret. After settling in, she was about to rest when her phone rang.
She looked at the screen; it was a call from Samuel.
"Hello, this is Margaret," she answered.
"It's Samuel." Samuel's voice came through the phone. "Are you available on Sunday night?"
She didn't have to work overtime on Sunday and had no special plans. Margaret smiled. "Yes, I am. What's up?"
"I've just finished filming my new movie. I want to invite you to a bar to celebrate tomorrow night." Samuel invited enthusiastically, his voice full of anticipation.
"Congratulations!" Margaret was genuinely happy for Samuel's success.
He said, "Sunday night at seven, Enigma Bar. See you then."
After hanging up, a cold voice suddenly came from behind her. "Who were you talking to?"
The sudden voice startled Margaret. She turned to see William's familiar, handsome face.
"It is none of your business," Margaret said, standing up and frowning. "But you, why are you in my room without knocking?"
Seeing Margaret's indifferent attitude, William's face darkened.
The person on the phone was clearly a man, and Margaret had been all smiles. But with him, she was always prickly, like a little hedgehog.
"This is my house," William said coldly. "Just so you know, we will to visit Grandpa this weekend.."
"Alright, no problem." Margaret agreed readily.
Bradley and Margaret's grandfather were lifelong friends. Since she was in Ravenford, it was only right that she visited Bradley.
William was taken aback by how quickly Margaret agreed.
Thinking of Margaret's phone call, William said coldly, "Remember your status. Don't go to bars with disreputable people and embarrass the Fisher family."
Embarrass the Fisher family?
Who was William to control her? Did he really think he was her fiancé?
"I still own my freedom and what I do has nothing to do with the Fisher family," Margaret said, curling her lips. "In three months, we'll break off the engagement. You're overstepping your bounds."
Seeing William's face turn icy, Margaret didn't hesitate to issue an eviction order. "I need to rest. If you have nothing else, please leave!"
William was incredulous and dissatisfied. Was she actually kicking him out?
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