Chapter 18


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    Marguerite had a pretty chill first day at work, basically did nothing. Just as she was about to clock out,


    Robert popped up behind her. She was so startled when she turned around and saw him, blurting out,


    “Mr. Fitzgerald…”


    Robert just grinned, “Ready to head out? Come with me, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”


    She was surprised he remembered his promise. She thought she’d be spending the night in the


    hospital corridor again. She had nothing to carry, so she followed Robert empty–handed to his car in


    the parking lot.


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    The ride was fast and silent. Marguerite didn’t ask where she was going. Even though she’d just met


    Robert, she felt he was more reliable and friendly than Frederick. So she trusted him.


    But Robert totally let her down.


    Because when they reached their destination and Robert’s car pulled into Sapphire Valley Estates and


    stopped in front of Frederick’s mansion, Marguerite was gobsmacked. This was Frederick’s crib! Why


    did he bring her here?


    Marguerite looked at him dumbfounded, incredulously asking, “Mr. Fitzgerald, you’re not telling me I’m


    staying at Frederick’s ce, are you?”


    Robert raised an eyebrow, “You knew this was his’ce? You’ve been here before, huh. How’s the


    bed?”


    Marguerite’s face turned beet red, totally mortified.


    Robert just smiled, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and gentlemanly opened the door for


    Marguerite, helping her out.


    “Marguerite, now that Frederick’s not around, there’s something I need to tell you. He’s a tough–talking


    softie, so be patient with him.


    Marguerite felt even more awkward, “I’m not his girlfriend, and you should be telling this to his


    girlfriend.”


    Robert didn’t argue with Marguerite. He just nudged her, “Marguerite, just chill out. You’re Frederick’s


    antidote and your presence is important to him. That’s why I want you to stay here: I hope you two can


    get along.”


    What the heck was he talking about? Marguerite was lost.


    Being with Frederick was like a disaster. Antidote? Important?


    She was resisting and wanted to argue. But Robert was already back in his car, smiling at her through


    the window, and then he drove off.


    His car zoomed off, leaving Marguerite in a cloud of gas emission. She was coughing uncontrobly,


    still in shock, when Frederick’s luxury car pulled up in front of her.


    Frederick stepped out of the back seat, looking so handsome and cool that she couldn’t look away. The


    anger in his eyes was like fire, and the moment he saw Marguerite, he gave off a powerful vibe.


    Marguerite felt guilty under his gaze and unconsciously stepped back. Just then, he charged at her like


    a beast. She opened her eyes wide trying to exin, but Frederick’s icy voice cut her off, “How did you


    get in here? Get out!”