Chapter 162
Bride Behind The Mask
The following day Maiquote was in a drowsy slumber whe received a call from the Regal Haven Hotel, notifying her to report for her new job She was jolted awake by the news and it took her a moment to comprehend what was being said.
She was being asked to start work at the Regal Haven Hotel?
Just like that?
Only yesterday, she had been turned down by the manager, and now, merely a day later, they had changed their minds?
Was this what they called a stroke of luck?
Marguerite hastily got out of bed and freshened up After a quick breakfast, she made her way to the Regal Haven Hotel Why bother about his sudden change of heart? As long as she had a job, that was all that mattered!
Upon her amival, Hawk personally took care of her employment formalities.
His solicitous altitude and warm smile left Marguente stunned Hawk suddenly showed her so much care, and the entry process was too smooth!
She was unaware that, upon leaming Marguerite was friends with Chuck and acquainted with Frederick, the kingpin of Stonebridge City, Hawk wouldnât dare be negligent Marguerite, still in a daze, finished her induction and donned her black uniform to start her shift Just as she was heading to her workstation, she remembered she had left her ID with Hawk In the lobby, she spotted Hawk chatting with Chuck behind a potted plant while they smoked Even Marguerite, who wasnât the sharpest tool in the shed, would know her smooth sailing at work was all thanks to Chuckâs help Hawk left without saying a word, and Marguente approached Chuck with a grateful smile, âThank you, Chuck Chuck promptly discarded his cigarette when he saw Marguente approaching âWhat are you talking about, Marguente?â
âCome on, Chuck, donât play dumb. Youâre making me look like the fool here.â
Chuck scratched his head, the picture of innocence, while Marguerite noticed a small cut on his finger, unnoticed by him.
Growing up, Marguerite was always prone to scrapes and wounds, so she made it a habit to carry band aids. She handed him one, reminding him, âThe weather in Stonebridge City is quite dry, and youâre always running errands for Frederick. Donât forget to use hand cream.â
Chuck was confused, âWhat?â
Marguente pointed to his injury. âYouâre hurtâ
Chuck looked at his hand and only then realized he had a small wound.
But the tiny bandâaid she offered stirred up a multitude of feelings.
The woman before him didnât seem like someone who would betray Mr. Winston. She was considerate and strove to cater to everyoneâs feelings.
How could such a considerate woman do such a deviant thing?
He didnât want to see Marguente and Mr. Winston grow apart. With a sigh, he made one last attempt, âMarguerite, are you really not considering going back? If you apologize to Mr. Winston, he might let you move back in.â
Marguerite remained calm, her emotions in check.
âChuck, like you said before, no matter what, the baby in my stomach isnât his So whatâs the point of going back? To make him feel uncomfortable? Itâs time we said our goodbyesâ
âIsnât there a chance for negotiation?â
Marguerite smiled, choosing to ignore his question. âChuck, thanks for helping me get a job. Although Iâm not capable of much, if you ever need my help. Iâm here Goodbyeâ
Without waiting for Chuckâs response, she calmly turned and walked away Her slim figure, shrouded in cold aloofness, was a poignant sight to behold.
Chuck felt a sense of regret for Fredenck, little did he know, at that very moment, a prestigious Rollsâ
Royce Cullinan was quietly parked at the entrance of the Regal Haven Hotel the mesonme