Mrs Beauregarde Novels & Stories

Bernard Moreau, on the other end of the table, smiled at her; she could see he had a few golden teeth, "Mrs. Elena, I couldn't believe my ears when his excellency told me his wife works in La Belle." "And I expected her to be treated better than this, Mr. Moreau." Though she couldn't see his face, she felt his anger. Mason looked fidgety as he returned to his seat next to Mr. Moreau, who was apologizing to Nikolai now. "I promise you, your excellency, all of this can be sorted out; your wife is a talented fashion designer, and this company needs her as badly as I need air" He turned to Mason, "There has to be a reason. And I'll like to hear it."

She was grinning. A short, plump woman wearing an apron over a flowered dress entered the sitting room and nodded to Béatrice. "Ah! Dinner is ready! Everyone, this is Marie who is a master in the kitchen!" Béatrice said with a flourish and Marie smiled with a deep blush. "Ben, could you look outside and see if the ladies are on their way back?" Catherine asked. He nodded and headed for the front door. Daniel was entering as he stepped outside.

return. “Welcome back, Master Travis.” A familiar old lady greeted us by the door. I recognized Mrs. Beets, the Cross’s oldest family maid. She smiled at me. “Welcome, Miss Brittany.” She still called me by my full name. I reached forward and gave her a hug, which startled her for a moment. I guess in the world of the rich, the maids don’t often receive hugs. “It must have been years since I last saw you, Mrs. Beets!”

Hearing the lady's sweet voice, she looked in her direction, "Yes." "Madam, You should be tired. Please come with me; I'll show you your new room." "Ms, If you don't mind, may I ask who you are?" She humbly interrogates. Maintaining her smile, the lady nodded and answered the next moment, "Madam, My name is Maggy. I'm a house caretaker and have worked for Master for over ten years." "I got it. "It's nice to meet you, Aunt." She greeted her with a warm smile.

"Marcella Garcia." Shit.

In different places every year or sometimes month, but I don't know why I always feel so nervous. "And now! Let's welcome the genius designers behind those masterpieces and one of the trusted co-organizer of the event! Mr. Rafael Del Rio. A business magnate and a bachelor who's based in Paris. And also, the one and only, Miss Oleya Beautrin Silverio. The owner of the fast rising fashion brand, INBeau, INDI-EDD BEAUTIFUL Fashion Corner. And let's not forget the star, the future muse of InBeau, the main event, their daughter, Eijaz Alazne Indira! Please welcome, the beaut family on stage!"

"Yeah. What was her name?" Garrett looked up, his expression entirely serious. As my personal assistant and executioner, he knew the parameters of our operations. "Her name is Margaux Voss. The spelling is M-A-R-G-A-U-X, then the Voss is V-O-S-S. She used to stay at the Calloway estate. She was the caregiver of Mr. and Mrs. Calloway." I waited for the rest of the information. "She stayed there for three years," Garrett continued, checking a small notebook. "But now they said she left a note and she disappeared.” He looked up “No, she was nowhere to be found."

A young officer entered the archive room carrying another file. "Captain." "We've finished searching the Beaumont estate records." "What did you find?" The officer placed several faded photographs on the table. "They were taken during annual charity galas." Most of the images showed wealthy donors, politicians, and business leaders. Nothing unusual. Then Adrian stopped at one photograph. His eyes narrowed. "Zoom in." Captain Moreau enlarged the image on her tablet. The picture showed Victoria Hale welcoming guests at the entrance of Château Beaumont. Standing beside her was Madame Isabelle.

[Adam’s POV] “Mr Ballard, Marie Van den Berg is here to see you,” Geraldine announced. I left Eric’s office and headed down to my father’s suite. Well, my suite now. I went straight into the inner office and closed the door behind me. Marie was waiting. She turned to face me when I arrived. She was immaculately groomed, as always. Christian Louboutin shoes and matching clutch, an elegant tailored dress. The whole sophisticated package was completed with an understated Van Cleef necklace.

she replied. “Megan should be here soon. You’ll like her, she has plenty of spirit. I wasn’t expecting to see Ephron, given Beauregard’s presence outside. Ah, that sounds like her now. Always one to pass the time of day.” His face changed slightly. “At least, she was.” “Didn’t she used to work for you?” “You keep your ears to the ground.” Genevieve examined her fingernails. “Not much else to do around here.”