Chapter 11717
He was afraid of seeing the man and being reminded of her. Theobald and
Marguerite shared a certain resemblance in their bone structure; he had noticed it at a glance. But now that Marguerite was back, there was no need to avoid him
anymore.
His slender fingers tapped to accept the request. Why would Theobald contact him? Is it about work, or is it about Marguerite?
Curious, he kept his phone in hand, waiting. But three minutes passed, and the chat remained empty. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn ⓝovelFind.net
George sighed and put his phone down. In the past, he could work late and come in early, but not anymore. His days were packed.
Meanwhile, in his own office, Theobald sat with a worried expression, his left hand restlessly turning the beads on his right wrist. He was fairly certain Mr. Spencer had feelings for Maggie, but he rarely appeared by her side during the day. Unlike Theobald in his younger, love-struck days, a man of Spencer’s caliber clearly prioritized work over romance.
Honestly, a man that busy isn’t husband material. He’d have no time to take care of Maggie.
But he was the perfect tool to deal with Joshua. Theobald had told Joshua that Mr. Spencer and Maggie were together, but he hadn’t believed it. If he saw George visiting Maggie with his own eyes, surely he would have to believe it then. And once he believed it, he wouldn’t dare keep pestering her. If Joshua just stayed away, Marguerite would eventually forget him.
After some thought, Theobald decided to message his group chat, “Fourth Time’s Charm,” before contacting George.
[Maggie, what are your feelings about Mr. Spencer right now p>
Marguerite, who was in the middle of a math problem, saw the message. Her mind immediately flashed to last night’s dream, and a blush crept up her cheeks. She sent a voice message back.
[What feelings? He’s my sworn enemy p>
She was now convinced that her dream was Theobald’s fault. He was the one who told her to pay attention to George’s good qualities. Otherwise, she would never have had such a scandalous dream about the Ice Prince.
Theobald sighed after listening to the message. Marguerite is still too hung up on Joshua to notice someone as exceptional as Mr. Spencer.
He ran his thumb over his beads and typed another question: [Do you hate him p>
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Marguerite frowned at the question. She certainly didn’t hate him. Even when they were competing for the top spot in school, it was always a healthy rivalry. She had never spoken ill of him, and while he might have disliked her back then, he probably didn’t anymore They had been getting along quite well living under the same roof. Eleven years was a long time to hold a grudge.
Her slender fingers typed out her reply: [No p>
As long as she didn’t hate him, that was enough. Theobald decided against telling Marguerite about George’s potential feelings for her it would only put her under immerise pressure, especially since she had to live in his villa. And Mr. Spencer himself hadn’t confessed likely for his own reasons.
Mindful of George’s status as both a powerful figure and his investor, Theobald
carefully composed a message.
[Mr. Spencer, our company is having
a dinner tonight that my executive
team and must attend. I was wondering if it would be convenient for you to pick Maggie up on your way home? She’s at KANYOO Hospital, room 1004. Please don’t feel obligated to bring a gift for the patient p>