Chapter 77 Accident at Lover's Lake
Margaret was floored. Why the heck was some chick answering William's phone? And that voice sounded kinda like Lucy?
But no way, William couldn't stand Lucy. Maybe it was Marjorie?
Shoving her doubts aside, Margaret tried to keep it cool, "I'm looking for William."
"Margaret, is that you?" Lucy's voice dripped with smugness. "It's Lucy. William's in my room, taking a shower."
So it was Lucy. Margaret's face went dark. William hadn't come home 'cause he was with Lucy? And he was showering in her room?
"Margaret, you need something from William? He's kinda busy right now. Said he wants to have a romantic, unforgettable night with me. I'm the woman he loves most."
Before Lucy could finish, Margaret slammed the phone down.
Hearing the dial tone, Lucy's smirk grew wider.
Lucy thought, 'Margaret, tomorrow's your last day on earth!'
Making Margaret feel this gross before she died? Lucy was loving it.
Margaret hung up, feeling a dull ache spreading from her heart to every cell in her body.
Why would William be with Lucy? Wasn't he always cold towards her?
But then again, wasn't he also distant with Margaret in public, only to do those confusing things, even forcing kisses on her in private?
So, when no one was around, did William just go for any woman, including Lucy?
Margaret rubbed her hair, feeling down as she lay on the bed. William's handsome face kept popping into her mind, and she couldn't shake it off.
She had thought she didn't care about William at all, but why did it hurt so much thinking about him being close with Lucy?
Tossing and turning all night, the next day, Margaret showed up at the Fisher Group with dark circles under her eyes.
William was still MIA.
As a known workaholic, William never showed up late without a heads-up. But today, he was a no-show. Even Peter was confused. William had specifically said he'd personally oversee the "Ice and Fire" commercial shoot at Lover's Lake today. But now everyone was here, and William was nowhere to be found, with his phone off.
This was super weird.
"No need to wait for him. Let's go," Margaret said, her brows furrowed, her tone icy.
William was probably still in Lucy's bed right now. He was having a blast while making everyone wait for him? What a joke.
"But Mr. Fisher specifically said he'd come today." Peter, always following William's lead, was hesitant. He always handled William's instructions promptly.
"If he wants to come, he will. Do we have to wait for him?" Margaret insisted.
She was always on time and wouldn't let everyone's time go to waste. Besides, who knew when William would show up?
"Margaret's right," Lyle said in a deep voice. "I have an interview this afternoon."
"Alright then." Seeing Lyle speak and unable to contact William, Peter hesitated for a moment before joining them to Lover's Lake.
In the car, Lyle plopped down next to Margaret. He gave her a long look and asked softly, "You alright?"
Margaret just nodded her head.
Even though she looked calm, Lyle could tell she was in a funk today. Those dark circles were a dead giveaway.
"Is there something you can't tell me? Do you have to be so distant?" Lyle's eyes had a touch of sadness.
Margaret gave a faint smile. "Really, it's nothing. You free tonight? Let's grab dinner."
Margaret asking him out made Lyle's day. "Absolutely."
Up front, Peter caught bits of their convo and was puzzled. Wasn't Margaret William's fiancée? Why did she seem so chummy with Lyle? And they had plans for tonight? Should he tell William?
But he couldn't even reach William right now!
Lover's Lake was out in the sticks of Ravenford, nestled in a valley, surrounded by green mountains, birds chirping, and flowers blooming. It was a popular spot for wedding photos.
Margaret picked a quiet grove by the lake. "The scenery here is nice. Let's get started."
Lyle and Seraphina changed into their outfits, did their makeup, and started posing. After a day of shooting yesterday, Seraphina and Lyle were getting more in sync.
"Yes, just like that, very good," the photographer's camera kept flashing.
But after a while, Margaret still wasn't satisfied.
"Keep going. I'll go check if there's a better spot," Margaret said, pursing her lips. She was a perfectionist. Since she was in charge, she wanted everything perfect.
Hearing this, Lyle immediately stopped and said, "I'll go with you."
Margaret shook her head. "No need. You focus on the shoot and keep things moving."
With that, Margaret walked off alone, heading to the other end of Lover's Lake.
Watching her walk away, Lyle's eyes darkened. Why was she in such a bad mood? Because of William? Weren't they all lovey-dovey yesterday? Why was William MIA today?
Because it had rained heavily last night, the path was muddy. Margaret, in high heels, struggled forward.
Her mind drifted back to William. Didn't he say he'd personally oversee the shoot today? It was already past ten, and he was still a no-show. Was he really with Lucy last night? What did they do? Was he being fair to Marjorie?
Margaret, a bit lost in thought, wandered to the far end of Lover's Lake, near the forest. The scenery was even more stunning there.
Thinking it would make a better shot, she lowered her head to call the photographer when suddenly a figure flashed by, and a gust of wind hit her from behind.
Margaret turned to see Ella glaring at her, using all her strength to push Margaret into the lake!
Ella's delicate face twisted with pure hatred, shouting, "Margaret, you bitch! Go to hell!"
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