Chapter 421 Are You Really Her?
Angel's eyes narrowed, and her face went pale.
Nervousness, hatred, and a hint of panic and surprise.
How could Margaret be here?
Everyone turned to look at the source of the commotion and saw Margaret. Most of them displayed either confusion or surprise, but many were just eager to see the drama unfold.
Both of William's fiancées were here. This was bound to be interesting.
Margaret walked forward, her calm demeanor silencing everyone. The aura she exuded was something Angel could only dream of.
For some reason, Angel felt a pang of anxiety.
"Margaret, what are you doing here?"
Margaret didn't respond, her eyes fixed on Angel. Angel swallowed nervously, her gaze darting around in panic until she spotted the security guards standing on either side of the stage, which gave her a bit of confidence.
"Security! Security! What are you waiting for? Get this woman out of here!"
Angel's frantic demeanor was a stark contrast to her earlier composed speech on stage.
The security guards exchanged glances, hesitant to act. They were curious about what would happen next.
Margaret let out a cold laugh, looking at Angel as if she were a clown.
"Surprised to see me? Or were you expecting William and got me instead?"
Jack's expression changed, too, his eyes fixed on Margaret, sensing something big was about to happen.
Angel gripped the microphone tightly, whether out of guilt or nervousness. Margaret walked up to her confidently, causing Angel to step back instinctively, nearly tripping over her long dress. Margaret reached out and steadied her.
Margaret took the microphone from the stand and addressed the crowd, "Sorry for gathering everyone here tonight, but there won't be any engagement party."
"What? No engagement party? What's going on?"
Margaret's words caused a stir, and the crowd began to murmur loudly.
"Because the woman standing next to me, Ms. Walsh," Margaret glanced at Angel with a faint smile, "isn't Mr. Fisher's so-called first love, Marjorie."
"What?"
The crowd was even more shocked, and the reporters seized the opportunity, their cameras clicking away.
Angel's eyes widened, her hands clutching the hem of her dress, her heart racing with anxiety.
How did she know this secret? Angel hadn't told anyone!
Angel looked at Margaret in disbelief, her body reacting faster than her mind, lunging at Margaret in a desperate attempt to push and shove her. She was completely out of control, a far cry from her earlier composed demeanor.
"You're lying! You're slandering me! You're just jealous that I'm with William. Get out! Security, get this crazy woman out of here!"
Angel's face twisted in rage, losing all semblance of her previous grace. Compared to Margaret, she looked like a madwoman.
She frantically looked around, shouting at the security guards, but they remained rooted to the spot, unwilling to move.
The only sound in the hall was Angel's voice, but soon, the other key player in this plan, William, walked in.
Angel's eyes lit up when she saw him. William was her witness, her only hope.
She didn't wait for William to reach the stage, hurriedly lifting her dress and running to him, grabbing his hand with a pleading look, though her face showed a smile.
She pointed at Margaret on the stage, gritting her teeth, "William, it's her! She's trying to ruin our engagement. She's jealous of us. William, get her out of here!"
Angel still hoped William would side with her, but he didn't even look at her, coldly shaking off her hand and staring at her with indifference.
"What are you afraid of? Isn't she telling the truth? To be honest, I never intended to marry you. This was all a setup."
Angel stood there, stunned, fear and anxiety gripping her. William didn't spare her another glance, striding towards Margaret on the stage.
He took the microphone from Margaret, speaking sincerely and calmly, "Sorry I'm late. I apologize for making everyone attend a non-existent engagement party."
Angel stared at the two on stage, on the verge of collapse, unable to believe it was all a lie.
"No, no."
She muttered to herself, then, seeing William, she ran up, half-kneeling at the edge of the stage, tears streaming down her face, clutching William's hand desperately.
"It's not true, it's not true. William, listen to me. When we were kids in the cabin, I protected you from that big dog and led you out. Later, we split up, and I fell off a cliff to distract the kidnappers. Don't you remember? I'm Marjorie! I am!"
She was full of grievances, reduced to helpless sobs, her face and ears red from exertion. But William looked at her like a stranger, devoid of any emotion.
Margaret stood beside William, watching Angel's "performance" coldly. After Angel finished crying, Margaret sneered and turned to face her.
"Angel, I can't believe you're still lying, claiming to be Marjorie in front of everyone. How thick-skinned can you be?"
"What are you saying? I am Marjorie!"
Margaret scoffed, seeing Angel's desperate struggle. She walked over quickly, pointing at Angel's exposed back, revealing scars clearly visible to everyone.
Margaret pointed at the scars, loudly and clearly saying, "The scars on Angel's back aren't from falling off a cliff as a child. They were deliberately made!"
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