StartNovelChapter 817
Marguerite was completely flummoxed, staring wide-eyed at the little girl, Margot, who was winking at her like
there was no tomorrow.
This little rascal-was she trying to claim Marguerite as her mom to get her to step in and play house?
Across the table, Charlie was fuming, his face red as a beet. He slammed his fist down on the table, pointing at
Marguerite, and yelled, "Marguerite! You've got a daughter and you're out here speed dating? Are you nuts?"
"Nuts? You're the one who's nuts! Your whole family's nuts! You better be careful, my dad might just show up and
have you escorted out of here in cuffs! Just so you know, my mom's only here because she had a fight with my
dad. Otherwise, someone like you would never get a dinner with her in a million years! You should be grateful for
the steak you just ate—it must've cost enough to cover half your paycheck!"
Margot's voice was a near-shout, causing heads to turn at several nearby tables. Even the restaurant security at
the door rushed over, baton in hand, making Charlie jump like he'd seen a ghost.
Margot stuck her tongue out at Charlie from behind Marguerite, clearly enjoying her little performance.
Charlie was livid, but the looming security guards made him think twice. He grabbed his ill-fitting suit jacket and
stormed out, grumbling under his breath.
Once he was gone, Margot bounced out from behind Marguerite and tically placed a hand over her heart,
letting out a big sigh of relief.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarguerite couldn't help but laugh at the little one's theatrics. She crouched down to Margot's level and asked,
"Why did you say I'm your mommy?"
Margot's eyes were bright and unblinking, full of mischief and innocence. Marguerite knew the kid was trying to
help her, but the moment she heard "mommy," a wave of nostalgia hit her, making her think of her own
daughter, Teresa.
Back in the day, Teresa was always the first to jump to her defense whenever Marguerite was in trouble or
feeling down.
Margot remained silent, so Marguerite pulled her closer and asked again, "Can you tellwhy you helped me?"
Margot giggled, "Daddy taught me."
"Daddy?"
"Yeah, he toldexactly what to say!"
Margot nodded emphatically, then waved over Marguerite's shoulder.
Marguerite turned around instinctively and saw Silas approaching, casually dressed in a white shirt and jeans,
looking as laid-back as ever. She felt a sudden urge to bolt.
From the moment Margot appeared, Marguerite suspected Silas was watching from somewhere. Part of her was
glad he was there, but she also felt torn. She didn't want to betray Frederick, nor did she want to hurt Violet.
As she turned to leave, Silas caught her wrist and asked, "So, what's it gonna be? You prefer a mama's boy or a
wannabe bad boy? Are you that desperate you'll meet up with just anyone?"
Marguerite pulled her hand away. "Can you stop with the ?"
Silas looked at her with a playful grin and said, "I'm starving."
Marguerite sighed, exasperated. What had she done to deserve this persistent man? After the harsh words she'd
said yesterday, how was he not the least bit deterred?
"What's your hunger got to do with me?"
Margot quickly grabbed Marguerite's hand and swayed it. "Ms. Marguerite, | just helped you out. Can't you do my
dad a favor and have dinner with him? He's really hungry!"
Marguerite's heart softened, and she gave in, sitting back down at the table. "Fine, I'll stay for dinner. But what
about my other dates?"
Silas gave his daughter a knowing look, and Margot tugged on Marguerite's sleeve. "Ms. Marguerite, can | borrow
your phone? | need to make an urgent call."
Who could resist such a sweet request? Marguerite handed over her phone without hesitation.
Margot passed the phone to Silas, her voice sweet as honey, "Daddy, you do it."
But instead of making a call, Silas quickly typed something and handed the phone back. "Handled it for you."
Marguerite was astonished. "How did you know who my date was?"
Silas chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. "Con, a professional like you? You're all about efficiency. You
wouldn't waste tcontacting each one separately. | just reached out to your matchmaker."
Marguerite couldn't help but laugh. This man really did know her well.
Margot leaned in, resting her chin in her hands, and looked up at her, "Ms. Marguerite, isn't my daddy great at
reading you?"
Marguerite felt a mix of exasperation and affection. She was already struggling to stay mad at Silas, and now
with this adorable little partner-in-crime, what on earth was she going to do?
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