Novel & Cerita The Margot Affair Goodreads

It was no longer the digital watch Fiona had once given me, but a rare antique timepiece I had personally acquired. … Once the event wrapped up, Frank handed me a copy of the latest financial headlines from back home. The front page read, "Disgraced Tycoon Fiona Wainwright Now Living on Welfare". The photo captured a frail, hunched woman, her hair streaked with gray. Clutching a half-empty bottle of cheap liquor, she gazed blankly at Quantum Group's towering billboard across the street. The irony cut deep. There she was, kneeling before my billboard like a penitent seeking forgiveness.

Not shouting questions at me this time, but speaking rapidly among themselves. “Camilla’s testimony confirms the timeline.” “Margot Sinclair weaponizes the affair with actress Eva Sterling, against Lucian Dhark…” “Public reaction is shifting after today’s hearing—” Microphones extended toward us as we passed. Margot kept walking without slowing, ignoring them. The car was waiting. When the door closed behind us, the noise finally disappeared. For a moment neither of us spoke. I leaned back against the seat and let out a slow, shaky breath. My hands were still trembling. Margot noticed it at once.

Gavin's entire body trembled, his already pale face draining of what little color it had left. His dark eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Margaret like a crouching wolf ready to strike. Margaret wasn't intimidated. She simply spoke, her tone cold and distant, "I don't know what happened between you and Marjorie. I don't know why she suddenly showed up in Endrophia... I don't know anything about your life anymore. But the one thing I do know, without a doubt, is that I'm not going back with you.

I stared at Margot's laptop again, praying for some miracle. And the miracle happened, but not in the form I had expected, or wanted. For the last few days, I wondered how Margot could miss all those issues. And now, I finally understood. She did not miss them. This little bi*ch was fully aware of them. One faulty project was possible, two- unfortunate coincidence. But all of them? There was no logical explanation for that.

His voice was warm and smooth. “It’s been a long time.” His words caught Margot off guard. But she quickly recalled what Vivienne had mentioned earlier: Dominic was four years her senior and had even held her when they were children. But that was twenty years ago and he remembered it that vividly? Shouldn’t such memories have faded by now? Margot kept such thoughts to herself as Vivienne ushered them both to sit down. Her tone was light and joyful, her delight barely concealed. “Margot had an accident in Veridian City and needs time to recover. The doctor says she should rest for a while.