Clearly, she was Lisette, his dad’s legal wife.
She was dolled up in this vintage green dress, not too long, just knee–length, showing off her calves. The heels not too high, but she looked both seductive and posh.
Quite different from the image Marguerite had in mind from the pictures. In real life, her aura was even stronger.
There she was, swirling her gla*s of red, making small talk with the men, her cla*sy and elegant demeanor oozing superiority.
Marguerite squinted, studying Lisette’s mannerisms and character.
Where was Frederick?
Frederick, the name that sent chills down people’s spines, she hadn’t met him yet.
A familiar male voice interrupted her thoughts.
She turned her head, her eyes wide open.
What was he doing here?
Today he wasn’t in his work clothes but in a black double–breasted suit, similar to Frederick’s style. His hair also was impeccably styled, looking like he’d taken great care to dress up.
The man’s rosy l*ps curled up slightly, noticing Marguerite’s confusion, and he began to explain as he approached.
“At big events like these, the blue bloods always have a couple of doctors on standby, you know, just in case.”
His hands rested casually on the railing, his exposed slender fingers exceptionally pale, emanating a somewhat androgynous beauty.
But she couldn’t shake the feeling that Steven’s aura was a bit different than usual.
A bit sly and a hint of unspoken cruelty.
But his face, it was all smiles.
“In case of what? A stampede because it’s too crowded? Or worried about feuds breaking out if enemies bump into each other and there’s no one to break it up?”
It was meant as a joke, but Steven’s eyes flashed with seriousness.
His gaze shifted, then he nodded slightly towards the floor below.
“You’re not wrong. After all, at this kind of gatherings, there are a lot of women vying for attention. Lovers, mistresses, official and unofficial partners, all tangled up in love triangles. Fights are common.”
Having heard that, Marguerite thought about the anger of the ladies when they were talking about mistresses earlier, and she shuddered.
She smiled wryly at Steven, “That’s terrifying.”
“Did Frederick bring you?”
Marguerite’s face fell a little, she nodded, “Yeah.”
The man raised an eyebrow, his beautiful eyes full of meaning that Marguerite couldn’t quite understand, “Nice.”
Then, he turned his gaze to the distance, his originally smiling l*ps slowly straightened.
Seeing his expression, Marguerite couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
What was that about?
He didn’t ask about her relationship with Frederick, and Marguerite didn’t explain.
Since he worked for the rich, he must have seen scenarios like this all the time.
A young female college graduate hanging out with the wealthy, pregnant with someone else’s child.
It sounded shocking, but in this turbulent and deceitful circle of the rich, it seemed normal.
Maybe to Steven, she was no different from the secret lovers downstairs.
They stood side by side in silence.
Not long after, there was suddenly a commotion downstairs, everyone was gathered around the TV wall, shocked cries and screams made the atmosphere of the party chaotic.
“I remember saying something important was about to happen, I need to get ready.”
Steven glanced in a direction, then hurriedly left.
Were they arguing?
Marguerite stood still, staring at the TV wall downstairs, trying to guess whether the chaos was related to what was on the TV.
But she couldn’t see any images, it looked like a report on the screen.
It looked familiar?
Was it a pregnancy test report?
Whose report was it?
At the same time, the door behind her was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and Frederick came out.
His gaze pa*sed over Marguerite and landed on the screen.