Chapter 81 Margaret Is in Trouble
Last night, William got totally wasted and kept shouting Marjorie's name. Lucy was super confused. Who the heck was Marjorie?
From what William was babbling, it was clear he had always been head over heels for some chick named Marjorie. Lucy had someone dig up info overnight and found out Marjorie was a girl who got kidnapped with William back in the day. This news made Lucy ecstatic; she had thought William was into Margaret, but nope, it was Marjorie.
Since William had always been hung up on Marjorie, and she was MIA, not even William could track her down, maybe Marjorie was pushing up daisies. If she could pull off pretending to be Marjorie, wouldn't becoming Mrs. Fisher be a done deal?
Thinking this, Lucy adjusted her dress, struck what she thought was her most irresistible pose, and purred, "William, we've missed out on so many years. From now on, let's never be apart, okay?"
William's brows knitted together, his eyes icy. He'd never heard of Lucy being kidnapped. Besides, Lucy didn't have Marjorie's vibe at all. How could Lucy possibly be Marjorie?
Seeing William's cold and unresponsive face, Lucy's heart sank. She steeled herself and wrapped her arms around William's neck like a snake. "William, I know deep down, you've always loved me, just like I love you. Right?"
The guy in front of her was so damn handsome. Even with that frosty look, he still made Lucy swoon. If time could just freeze at this moment, letting her always be this close to William. How awesome would that be!
The strong scent of Lucy's perfume hit William's nose. This was definitely not Marjorie's scent. His deep eyes grew even colder. William shoved Lucy away and said icily, "Get lost."
The force of his push caught Lucy off guard, and she hit the ground hard. The burning pain on her body, combined with William's icy glare that could freeze someone, made Lucy's heart sink bit by bit, like she was drowning in a cold lake.
"William, why are you treating me like this?"
"Because you're not Marjorie at all!" William's whole vibe was cold and detached. His terrifying gaze fixed on Lucy. "Do you really think you can pretend to be Marjorie?"
"I am Marjorie!" Lucy shouted, unwilling to give up. She struggled to get up from the ground. "Last night, you were drunk and kept calling me Marjorie. You said you loved me, that I was the only woman you ever loved. You kissed me, and we got intimate. Have you forgotten all that?"
William's face grew even darker, his gaze towards Lucy cold and indifferent. Did he really mistake Lucy for Marjorie last night and do those things? No, William was certain he hadn't touched Lucy at all.
"Lucy, are you delusional?" William stood up, looking down at Lucy with a blank expression. "You need help. Don't go crazy here."
"What did you say? I'm crazy?" Lucy bit her lip in frustration and grabbed William, who was about to step out the door. "Last night, you were with me all night. We were alone together, and you slept with me. You have to take responsibility."
"Let go," William said coldly.
But Lucy just tightened her grip on his arm even more. William's eyes were full of disgust as he shook her off without mercy.
He habitually reached into his pocket for his phone and took a look. The phone was off.
William's long fingers pressed the power button, revealing a bunch of missed calls and messages.
[Sir, we're shooting an outdoor ad at Lover's Lake today. It's almost time. Are you coming?]
[Your phone is off. We can't reach you. We're heading out first.]
All the messages were from Peter.
William checked his watch. It was almost noon.
He was supposed to go to Lover's Lake with Margaret today to oversee the outdoor ad shoot for "Ice and Fire." But now William was a bit annoyed. How did he get so hammered last night?
Just then, William's phone rang. It was Peter calling.
Answering the call, William asked in a deep voice, "What's up?"
"Mr. Fisher, I finally found you," Peter said on the other end. "Miss Scott is in trouble."
William's brow furrowed deeply, his tone filled with concern and tension. "What happened to Margaret?"
Peter answered truthfully, "Abigail accused Margaret of pushing Ella into the water. She's being taken to the police station to give a statement."
"I'll be right there." William hung up the phone and headed straight for the door.
"William, where are you going?" Lucy called out loudly from behind him. She had vaguely heard the names Margaret and Ella mentioned on the phone.
Judging by the time, Ella should have succeeded by now. Seeing William's anxious expression, Margaret must be in trouble. Maybe Margaret had already drowned by now.
A smug smile appeared on Lucy's lips. "William, wait for me."
But William ignored her and walked straight out of the Clark family's mansion.
Lucy hurriedly chased after him. "William, do you have an urgent matter? Where are you going? I'll drive you. It'll be faster."
The Clark family's villa was located at the foot of a mountain in the suburbs, making it hard to get a cab. And William was in a hurry to get to the police station to see Margaret.
He hesitated and said, "Alright."
Seeing William agree, Lucy couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. She quickly led William to the garage. They got into the car, with Lucy in the driver's seat, driving herself.
She glanced sideways at the man who made her heart race and asked ingratiatingly, "William, where we go?"
"The police station," William said, his lips barely moving, his brows full of worry.
Lucy thought, 'The police station? Why the police station? Shouldn't we supposed to be at Lover's Lake to find Margaret's body?'
Suppressing her inner doubts, Lucy drove the car, running several red lights under William's urging, and sped all the way to the police station.
As soon as the car stopped, William couldn't wait to open the door, step out, and walk straight into the police station.
"Sir, you're here," Peter said anxiously, waiting for William at the police station.
"Where's Margaret?" William looked around but didn't see her. He asked in a deep voice.
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