Chapter 44 What Exactly is Margaret's Identity
Margaret strolled into the CEO's office, barely glancing at William. "What’s up?"
William lounged on the sofa, legs crossed like he was at home, and pointed to the spot next to him. "Take a seat."
Margaret, a bit thrown off, sat down. "So, what’s the deal?"
William’s lips barely moved as he spoke, his voice cool and collected. "Today’s mess, you were behind it, right?"
She thought, 'Behind it? Is he pissed, thinking I set up Ella to get humiliated? Is he still hung up on Ella and blaming me?'
Margaret turned, eyeing him cautiously. "What are you getting at?"
William’s cold, indifferent eyes locked onto hers.
His gaze was like two deep, mysterious whirlpools.
He leaned in slightly. "You knew Ella would switch the blueprints. You set up Felicity. This was all your plan, wasn’t it?"
William had figured it out already but wanted to hear it from her.
If he was right, Margaret had known Ella was gunning for her and had orchestrated everything.
She got Ella booted from Fisher Group and warned Olivia, killing two birds with one stone.
Today’s events were all under Margaret’s control.
Her methods were sharp, ruthless, and spot-on.
He was impressed.
Hard to believe a small-town girl had such smarts and guts.
Unconsciously, William leaned in closer.
The space between them was almost nonexistent, and Margaret blushed.
Why did he have to get so close?
Margaret scooted away a bit, her tone serious. "Nope. Ella was the one stirring the pot. You can’t just sit back when someone’s out to get you. She came for me; I wasn’t gonna just take it."
She added, "If she hadn’t tried to mess with me, none of this would’ve gone down. I just gave her a taste of her own medicine. I don’t think I did anything wrong."
"Did I say you did?" William smirked.
Margaret was taken aback. Wasn’t he here to blame her?
"If this happens again, let me know." William leaned in even closer.
He turned, placing his hands on either side of her. His lips were near her ear, his voice dripping with seduction. "I won’t let anyone mess with my fiancée."
Wrapped in his mature aura, Margaret’s heart raced. "I can handle small stuff like this; no need to bother you."
Margaret thought, 'What’s his deal? Why so cryptic? Isn’t he worried Marjorie will get jealous?'
"So, who are you really?" William’s eyes darkened. "How do you know jewelry design? The software you used today, if I’m not wrong, was designed by Ada. What’s your connection to her?"
Margaret froze. Was William onto her? Was her cover about to be blown?
Margaret stood up, flashing a calm smile. "Didn't you just say it? Your so-called fiancée. If there's nothing else, I'm heading back to work."
With that, she turned and walked out.
William's eyes followed her, filled with a mix of emotions.
After a moment, he grabbed his phone and called Peter, his voice icy. "Dig up everything you can on Margaret. I want all the details!"
"Margaret?" Peter sounded surprised.
Wasn't she William's fiancée?
Investigating his own fiancée? Weird.
Feeling Peter's hesitation through the phone, William's face darkened. "Get moving!"
"Yes, sir." Peter quickly left, sensing William's irritation.
An hour later, Peter nervously reported back. "Sir, I've got the info."
"Spill it," William's voice was sharp with impatience.
Peter handed over the file. "This is all I found."
William scanned the paper: Margaret Scott, female, 20 years old.
No parents, no education details, nothing.
"Is this it?" William squinted. "Where's the rest?"
Peter scratched his head awkwardly. "Sorry, that's all I could dig up."
"You're dismissed." William yanked at his tie, frustrated.
Staring at the sparse info, William's face was tense, deep in thought.
Even Peter couldn't find more. His fiancée was definitely not simple.
William decided to head to the Fisher family estate.
Since Bradley picked Margaret, he must know more.
William drove over, finding Bradley watering flowers in the garden.
"William, shouldn't you be at work? What brings you here?" Bradley looked surprised.
"Grandpa, just checking in. How's your health?" William took the watering can, helping out.
"I'm fine." Bradley eyed his distracted grandson. "Alright, spill it. What do you need?"
He knew William too well. If it wasn't important, he wouldn't leave work.
"Grandpa, what's Margaret's real story?" William finally asked.
Bradley glanced at him. So, Margaret was the reason for his visit?
Seemed like William was finally catching on.
He smiled. "Why, starting to see her value?"
"Just curious," William's eyes stayed cold. "She's not what I expected."
"I can't tell you that. You'll have to figure it out yourself. But trust me, I wouldn't pick the wrong granddaughter-in-law." Bradley stroked his white beard, sounding proud.
"Got it, Grandpa." Seeing Bradley's cryptic smile, William didn't push further.
Leaving the estate, William's steps felt heavy.
If it weren't for Marjorie, he might actually consider Margaret.
A girl like Margaret—beautiful, smart, confident, capable, and brave—was definitely appealing.
But his heart belonged to Marjorie.
He had promised Marjorie he would marry her. His wife could only be Marjorie.
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