Chapter 65
After Yuna was ruthlessly kicked out by the Winston Group, Robert quickly returned to the CEO’s office to find Frederick.
At that time, Frederick was quietly puffing on a cigar.
The office was filled with smoke, making it almost impossible for Robert to open his eyes.
He walked up and directly took the cigar from Frederick’s fingers. “Instead of puffing away, you should think about how to apologize to Marguerite.”
Frederick’s fingers still held the lingering scent of the cigar; he disagreed. “What she needs is Yuna’s apology, not mine.”
“It looks like you’re still sane. Then why did you abuse your power and refuse to give Marguerite fair treatment?”
Frederick stood in front of the floor–to–ceiling windows, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders shaking slightly. He answered, “Yuna once saved my life, and I always feel like I owe her.”
“So, you’re making Marguerite pay for what you owe?”
Robert was emotional, he paused for a moment, then sighed and continued.
“Frederick, I shouldn’t be the one to say this. But I don’t want to see you go astray. I know you can’t forget that little girl from fifteen years ago, but are you sure Yuna is the one who saved you? She kidnapped Marguerite and plagiarized Marguerite’s work. How could she be the innocent little girl from fifteen years ago? She can easily mix up right and wrong, of course she can fake someone else’s identity!”
Frederick suddenly turned around, and his dark eyes widened instantly.
His face fell then he shook his head. “I have thoroughly investigated; there is no mistake.”
“Even if Yuna really is your lifesaver, what does that have to do with Marguerite? Frederick Marguerite is the most innocent. No one helped her from beginning to end and she could only rely on herself to survive.”
Frederick stared at him and said, “You seem quite willing to worry about her.”
Robert was taken aback, then almost laughed. “You’re not jealous, are you?”
Frederick uncomfortably turned his gaze away, not saying a word.
Robert couldn’t help but laugh, his handsome face showing some helplessness.
“Frederick, I’m helping her because of you, because she is your wife! I’m helping her, at least in your name, so she’ll feel better when she’s helpless. I’ve never doubted that Marguerite is a plagiarist, and she could never be the one who destroyed the flower room. On the contrary, she didn’t come home last night and helped me restore the flower room. So, Frederick, can you see it? Marguerite, like you, isn’t good at expressing her feelings. Can’t I give her a hand? She can be sharp–tongued sometimes, but that’s the thorn life has ground into her and she needs to protect herself this way! You should show more care for such a woman.”
Frederick remembered the scene of Marguerite pushing Yuna yesterday. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that Marguerite could be so ruthless.
And because of this, his original firm trust in her began to waver.
“She’s really good at protecting herself. I saw her push Yuna away with my own eyes yesterday.”
“Did you see the reaction of the corgi and the parrot? Why were they afraid of Yuna? Isn’t it because she destroyed the flower room and left them with a shadow? Therefore, Marguerite pushing her is already lenient. If I were there, I definitely wouldn’t have spared her.”
Hearing Robert’s words, Frederick seemed to realize how serious his actions were for Marguerite.
But for the sake of his dignity, he was always unwilling to bow his head.
Now Marguerite must be very angry with him and might even not want to see him.
Frederick’s face showed a trace of irritation. He snatched the cigar back from Robert and lit it again.
Seeing that Frederick’s mood finally showed signs of loosening, Robert decided to continue persuading him, turned around, and picked up Frederick’s phone from the desk.
“I’ve already said what I had to say. Now you should call Marguerite back and think about how to appease her.”
Robert dialed Marguerite’s number, then turned on the speakerphone.
Frederick instinctively put out the cigar, staring at the phone screen, his face full of tension.
A minute passed, and the other party did not answer the phone.
Robert tried again, but still no one answered.
He tentatively looked at Frederick, only to see the man angrily throw down his cigar, looking out the window with anger.
This woman actually didn’t answer his call again!
Frederick’s face turned ugly, feeling that his mood was again controlled by Marguerite.
He felt extremely humiliated, waved his hand in a huff, pretending not to care, and said, “Fine! If she doesn’t want to answer my call, then I won’t give her the chance!”
Robert thought, “did she need you to give her a chance? You’re the one who’s wrong! You should be the one begging for a chance.”
But with Marguerite not answering the phone, Robert had no choice.
“I’ve been busy all night so I’m going to go rest.”
He exited the call screen, put the phone back in its original place, and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Frederick turned around and said urgently, “Wait!”
“What is it?”
Frederick turned his head, his awkward expression full of discomfort. “Can you call her again?”
“Haven’t we already called several times? She just won’t answer!” Robert was puzzled.
Frederick uncomfortably touched his nose. “Can you try calling her again with your phone?”
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