Chapter 663 Exactly My Type
Margaret felt a bit uncomfortable when Dermot said that, but she still insisted. "Really, not considering it?"
"I'm not considering it," Dermot replied firmly.
"Not even for me?" Margaret looked at him, her eyes sincere.
Dermot was surprised. "Are you serious?"
"Of course, didn't I tell you before that I've fallen for you?" Margaret crossed her arms, looking at Dermot with a smile, but her inner turmoil was far from as calm as she appeared.
Margaret never expected that one day she would fall for a man, let alone confess her feelings first, and most importantly, feel so nervous, fearing that this man wouldn't reciprocate.
As a respected psychologist and the eldest daughter of the Martin family, Margaret had countless admirers. She never imagined she would have such a humble day.
Dermot looked at Margaret and, after a moment, said, "I'm grateful for you saving me before; I will remember that favor for a lifetime, but..."
"Stop." Margaret raised her hand to interrupt him. "I know what you're going to say."
"But you misunderstood me. What I mean is, let's pretend to be together," Margaret said with a bitter smile.
"What do you mean?" Dermot was clearly more interested now, thinking that Margaret must have her reasons for suggesting this.
Seeing Dermot's interest piqued, Margaret wasn't sure whether to be happy or sad.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "Now that you're not particularly noticeable in the Doyle family if you want some support, you must have your own value.
"Although you are capable, without a powerful family backing you, no one will support you.
"So, being with me, outsiders will naturally think you have the support of the Martin family, attracting more attention to you, giving your abilities a chance to shine."
Margaret had no doubt about Dermot's abilities, but in a place like the Doyle family, having the ability didn't necessarily mean having the opportunity to showcase it. There were too many people vying for attention, and Dermot, as an outsider, didn't hold much value compared to Randy's own sons and grandsons.
Dermot fell silent, seemingly pondering Margaret's words.
Margaret, seeing this, wasn't in a rush. She believed Dermot was a smart man who would make choices that benefited him.
After a while, Dermot slowly spoke, "Why are you helping me like this? What do you want in return?"
"I've said before, once you secure the Doyle family, you're to help me secure the Martin family," Margaret said.
"So, what I'm doing now is giving my all to help you secure the Doyle family. Otherwise, it's all just talk," she added.
Dermot found this reason somewhat acceptable, but he couldn't shake the feeling that if Margaret was truly interested in the Martin family, she didn't necessarily have to choose him.
Dermot looked at Margaret and asked, "If that's the case, why not choose Otis or Jeffrey? They have a better chance of success, don't they?"
Otis and Jeffrey were Randy's own grandsons, and in the eyes of outsiders, they were the most likely candidates to inherit the Doyle family.
Even if they couldn't inherit the family business now, they could still inherit it once their father passed away.
"Because they're not as handsome as you." Margaret chuckled, her slender fingers tracing Dermot's face. "I just like your type."
Dermot's face darkened. "If you don't speak properly, I won't agree."
Margaret was speechless, finding Dermot's stubbornness at times quite frightening. "They all held me in disregard and showed no inclination to collaborate."
In front of the Doyle family, the Martin family didn't hold much weight. Otis or Jeffrey naturally wouldn't be interested, and even if they were willing to marry a member of the Martin family, they would never enter into a cooperative relationship with Margaret.
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