Chapter 282


    Marguerite had just left when Frederick and his men started to make their way towards the parking lot


    Yuna, still basking in the joy of Frederick’s impending confession, conscientiously waited by the side of


    a Rolls–Royce Cullinan.


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    As time passed without any sign of Frederick, she peeked back towards the direction they came from,


    only to see Robert intercepting Frederick halfway, with Miley beside him. A sudden sense of foreboding


    washed over her. Quietly, she signaled to Zoe and Ablett to follow her as she stealthily circled behind


    the trio through an adjacent shrubbery.


    Robert suddenly halted, forcing Miley towards Frederick with an air of righteousness and brevity, “Go


    on, spill it!”


    Miley was momentarily stunned. She had indeed nned to reveal the truth to Robert, but she never


    expected him to ask her toy it all out in front of Frederick


    Embarrassed and conflicted, Miley sidled closer to Robert, gritting her teeth in frustration.


    In a hushed whisper, she hissed, “Didn’t I say I was going to tell you privately? Why did you bring Mr.


    Winston into this?”


    Telling Robert the truth was an easy task, considering their rtionship. She could at least demand him


    to keep it a secret. However, telling Frederick, who was still technically Marguerite’s husband, about


    Marguerite’s secret, felt like backstabbing


    Robert just smiled at her, not bothering to hide anything, “I’d have to tell him anyway, aren’t you being


    foolish?”


    Miley’s heart skipped a beat. She thought she could trust him with her secret, but he just betrayed her


    without a second thought. And he didn’t even giver her time to


    react


    Meanwhile, Frederick, anxious to oversee his nned confession, was growing impatient. The two


    before him were talking around the bush, wasting precious time


    His handsome face twisted in annoyance, “What is the matter?”


    Miley was caught in a dilemma. She should’ve discussed with Marguente before revealing the secret,


    but Robert didn’t seem to give her that opportunity. However she had already started talking, she had


    to continue.


    Alright, then. Just do it.


    “Mr. Winston, my name is Miley. I’m a close friend of Marguente. We’ve met a few times before, I hope


    you remember me


    “I remember you” Frederick, always sparing with his words, was getting increasingly impatient with the


    overly expressive duo.


    He paused before asking. “What do you want to tell me?”


    Miley started talking but again trailed off mid–sentence, clearly conflicted


    Seeing this, Robert, fearing Miley might change her mind at thest minute, quickly interjected. The


    person who was investigating your cufflink was her friend in other words, the woman investigating you


    was Margueritel


    Worned Frederick might misunderstand, Miley hurriedly exined, “But she didn’t mean to investigate


    you in the beginning! We didn’t know who the cufflink belonged to initially. It was only during our


    investigation that we stumbled upon you”


    Frederick furrowed his brows, “So, why was she investigating that cufflink?”


    The truth was just at the tip of her tongue, but Miley was too nervous to speak.


    Marguente always presented herself under a mask, would Mr. Winston think she was deceiving him?


    Robert impatiently nudged her, “Just say it, you’re killing me!”


    Miley made up her mind. “Mr. Winston, I can tell you. But you must promise not to be mad at


    Marquente!”


    His face turned colder, “Speak”


    Miley took a deep breath, and let it out slowly as if gathering the courage to make a grand revtion,


    “Actually, the Marguerite you see now, isn’t the real Marquente.”