Chapter 83 Openly Dating Other Man
After bailing from the police station, William hopped into Peter's ride. Peter fired up the engine and cruised towards the company.
William's chiseled face was all frosty, his icy stare glued to the car ahead. Lyle's car, with Margaret riding shotgun.
"Tail 'em," William growled.
Peter blinked, then cautiously piped up, "Aren't we heading back to the company? There's a bigwig meeting tonight."
William shot him a death glare. "Scrap it."
"Got it." Seeing his boss' no-nonsense look, Peter nodded and tailed Lyle's car.
Lyle took Margaret to a swanky retaurant. He'd already had his assistant book the whole place. Fans in this country, especially the ladies, were nuts. Lyle didn't want anyone crashing his time with Margaret. To dodge a repeat of last time, Lyle made sure the restaurant owner knew to keep everyone out.
"Margaret, what do you wanna eat? The steak here is killer," Lyle said smoothly, handing her the menu.
Margaret took the menu, flipping through it half-heartedly. "Steak's fine."
"What's up? Still bummed about that Ella thing?" Lyle asked, noticing her lack of enthusiasm.
Margaret gave a faint smile. "Didn't even give that a second thought."
"Then why the long face?" Lyle pressed. He'd noticed Margaret was off since this morning. If it wasn't the Lover's Lake drama, then what? Could it be about William?
Dodging Lyle's concern, Margaret switched gears. "By the way, didn't you say the company's future plan is ready? Let's check it out now."
"Sure thing." Lyle pulled out his iPad, opened the plan, and started breaking it down for her. Margaret scooted closer, their heads almost touching as they talked shop.
When William rolled up, he saw Margaret and Lyle all cozy, whispering, with Margaret even cracking a smile. His icy gaze zeroed in on Margaret. What was her deal with Lyle?
William, looking like a cold-hearted heartthrob, was about to storm over when the restaurant owner blocked him. "Sorry, sir, the place is booked tonight. No walk-ins."
"Move," William commanded, his aura freezing the air.
Seeing William's face, the owner shivered. "Mr. Fisher."
Standing before him was William Fisher, the head honcho of the top family! He couldn't mess with this guy!
After a moment's hesitation, the owner let William through.
Hearing the ruckus, Margaret looked up and saw William striding towards her, face like thunder.
Margaret locked the iPad screen, about to say something when William, brows knitted, said coldly, "Margaret, you're coming with me."
Margaret just kept on munching her steak, totally ignoring him. William reached out his sculpted hand and clamped down on hers, his voice icy, "Let's go!"
Lyle jumped up, blocking Margaret. "William, don't push it."
"This ain't your business," William snapped, shoving Lyle aside. He grabbed Margaret, trying to yank her up.
"William, cut it out. Can't you see I'm eating?" Margaret shook her arm, breaking free from his grip.
"This place sucks. I'll take you somewhere better," William said, barely holding back his anger.
Margaret, not giving an inch, shot back, "I like it here. If you got nothing else, scram. Don't ruin my dinner with Lyle."
William's face turned even colder. "Don't forget who you are!" His eyes blazed with fury.
Margaret was really pushing it, cozying up to Lyle right in front of him. Did she even remember she was his fiancée?
Margaret sneered, "I haven't forgotten. Our engagement is just a three-month deal."
Lyle's eyes lit up. So, there was no real thing between Margaret and William? That meant he still had a shot.
Feeling bold, Lyle tried to pull William away. "Let go of Margaret!"
William's lips twisted into a mocking grin. "Lyle, aren't you chasing your boss? Trying to juggle two women now?"
Lyle's eyes darkened, fixed on Margaret, and he said, "My boss is—"
Seeing where this was going, Margaret quickly cut him off. "Lyle, you should head back."
"No way!" Lyle grabbed her hand. "If you're leaving, we leave together."
He couldn't leave Margaret alone with William, who looked like he came straight from hell.
Margaret calmly pulled her hand back and smiled. "I'll handle this. You go, okay?"
"No." Lyle insisted. How could he bail now?
Margaret, getting impatient, snapped, "I told you to go back. Don't you get it?"
Seeing her mad, Lyle's heart sank. He knew Margaret; once she decided, no one could change her mind.
Lyle gave her a long look and sighed, "Then be careful."
With that, he turned and left. William's cold eyes followed Lyle's retreating figure, his jaw clenched. After a moment, he turned back, grabbing Margaret's shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Margaret instinctively stepped back.
William took a step closer, crowding her.
Feeling the cold wall behind her, Margaret realized she was cornered with nowhere to go.
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