Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 563

Zack stood there, dumbstruck, as Miley cheerfully looped her arm through Marguerite’s, ushering her towards the exit, “Zack, Marguerite and I are off to grab a bite in the cafeteria. Better get cracking on your work, or else when Mr. Winston shows up, you’ll be in a pickle!”

The pair quickly made their way to the factory’s dining hall. Marguerite, with a sigh of exasperation, tapped Miley on the forehead and scolded her, “I told you before we came not to run your mouth! Look at Zack, poor guy’s tongue-tied now because of you.”

Miley shrugged it off, “What do you know? I’m doing you a favor! Zack’s got that sad puppy look, but with his decade-plus on the job, he’s a sly old fox, trust me!

He sees you’re easy to talk to, has things he wouldn’t dare say to Mr. Winston himself, and wants you to be his mouthpiece. Then bam, Mr. Winston would end up taking it out on you!

Besides, I wasn’t talking nonsense. You really are Mr. Winston’s ex-wife. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

And you know what? That’s quite the card to play. Did you see how Zack’s jaw hit the floor? Bet he’s kicking himself for badmouthing Mr. Winston with you!”

As Miley spoke, she stuffed her face with food, bursting into laughter in between bites.

Marguerite shook her head, “You’re reading too much into it. Zack doesn’t seem like the type you’re making him out to be.

“Looks can be deceiving! You and Yuna Lockwood could be twins, both with that innocent look, but who knew she’d be nastier than a wicked witch! Bad apple!”

Miley’s rant almost made Marguerite snort with laughter. But before she could reply, Zack appeared, arms laden with toys, and eagerly sat down next to Marguerite.

“Ma’am, I was blind to your stature, not recognizing you as Mr. Winston’s wife. I heard you’ve had a baby, so please, accept these toys as gifts.”

Marguerite was taken aback, quickly clarifying, “You’re making too much of it. Frederick and I are divorced, I’m not his wife anymore.”

Zack waved his hands dismissively, his tone slipping into smooth-talking charm, “Divorced or not, everyone can see that Mr. Winston is head over heels for you.”

Marguerite was speechless. Miley’s words rang true-Zack was indeed not what he seemed.

He had just been unaware of her actual relationship with Frederick, and now he was implying that anyone with eyes could see Frederick’s enduring love for her.

Marguerite, not knowing how to refuse the toys graciously, was at a loss.

Miley stepped in to cut through the awkwardness, speaking candidly while nibbling on a fork,

“You just want Marguerite to keep mum about today’s chat, right?”

Zack, caught in his tracks, scratched his head with a look of mock sorrow, “Ms. Goldie is sharp.”

He hadn’t had the chance to interact with Marguerite before and had assumed she was just another one of Frederick’s underlings, likely another victim of his notorious temper.

So, during their earlier conversation, he’d been careful not to be too direct, sharing his woes in hopes of eliciting some empathy that would encourage her to speak even more freely on his behalf. He would play the pitiable victim, hoping to garner her sympathy.

In turn, maybe she’d put in a good word for him with Mr. Winston. But how could Mr. Winston’s ex-wife possibly pity him? She must be firmly on Mr. Winston’s side!

Miley saw right through Zack’s little scheme, her expression one of disdain, “Alright, cut it out. You’re lucky Marguerite is the one you ran into today; with anyone else, you’d be toast. Leave the toys, and get back to work.”

Zack nodded fervently, remorseful as he took his leave, “I’m terribly sorry, Ms. Lockwood. Rest assured, we’ll do whatever it takes to meet Mr. Winston’s demands! But one thing I said was no lie-Mr. Winston, he really does adore you!”