Dusk settled in, draping the city in a veil of twilight as the streetlights flickered to life.


    Nestled in a window seat at the Bluebell Bistro, Marguerite and Miley had a panoramic view of the city’s


    glittering nightlife.


    Opposite them sat Frederick and Robert, two dashing figures whose eyes were lowered as if the array


    of sulent dishes before them had lost all vor.


    The recent paternity test results had left Frederick and Robert in utter disbelief.


    Meanwhile, Yuna, upon learning her true heritage, could barely contain her tion. She carried the


    esteemed Fitzgerald bloodline, she was the real heiress of the Fitzgerald n.


    No longer fearing her true identity would be uncovered, she was emboldened and convinced that she


    and Frederick were a match made in heaven, a perfect pairing of equals./


    With brimming confidence, she turned to Hackett and Penelope-not so subtly addressing Frederick,


    “Mom, Dad, I’ve redone the paternity test as Robert suggested. I am truly your daughter. So, shouldn’t


    we start nning my and Frederick’s engagement?”


    She was intent on leveraging the influence of the Fitzgerald elders to corner Frederick.


    But before her parents could respond, Frederick, with Marguerite in tow, had already made a swift exit


    under the watchful eyes of the crowd, not even deigning to acknowledge the situation.


    And soon, the group of four found themselves at the Bluebell Bistro.


    Marguerite, propping her chin in her hands, gazed at Frederick with eyes as deep and stirring as a


    lake, her confusion apparent.


    Miley leaned in and whispered to Marguerite, “You know, staring at him like that… it’s a bi obvious,


    don’t you think?”


    Snapping back to reality, Marguerite turned to Miley, a hint of exasperation in her eyes. “Nonsense, I’m


    just… confused.”


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    “Confused by what?”


    Marguerite couldn’t help but steal another nce at Frederick before confiding in a low voice, “I get


    why Robert’s upset, but why is Frederick looking like he’s lost his best friend?” Miley shrugged,


    nonchntly saying, “What else can it be? It must be because Frederick confirmed Yuna’s identity,


    which pretty much seals the deal on their arranged


    engagement. He probably doesn’t want to marry her, right? I bet he’s trying to figure a way out of it.”


    Miley’s words were barely a whisper in Marguerite’s ear, but as she finished, they saw Frederick lifting


    his gaze, his eyes as deep and inscrutable as an ancient well.


    He casually tapped on the table near Robert, his voice icy and expressionless, “Yourdy sure has a lot


    to say.”


    Miley stiffened, a chill running down her spine, and offered a nervous chuckle, “Mr. Winston, you must


    have ears like a hawk! How did you even hear me? But I’m right, aren’t I? You don’t want to marry


    Yuna?”


    Frederick set aside his silverware and crossed his arms, his gaze leisurely fixed on Marguerite as if


    trying to read her expression.


    Feeling scrutinized, Marguerite felt a chill-run down her spine. Thinking about Frederick’s supposed


    engagement to Yuna and his recent attentiveness towards her, she felt a tightness in her chest. He


    always seemed to y hot and cold, giving her a p only to follow it with a sweet treat.


    Her voice dripped with sarcasm, “Weren’t you supposed to get married on the same day as mé? Now


    you don’t want to marry her? Just as I thought, a man’s word is as good as sand!”


    Frederick’s gaze remained calm andposed as he countered, “Marguerite, when did I ever


    personally say I wanted to have a wedding on the same day as you?”