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he was delicate and pretty, her slightly curly hair casually draped behind her. Beneath her finely arched brows were a p

rgaret? I'm the chauffe

haustion was evident in her every movement. As they drove away from the station,

esident Eth

ss world. People feared him for his sharpness and ruthless efficiency. It seemed absurd-Margaret, with no prestig

ly. "Marrying into a wealthy family like th

, gazing at the unfamiliar city w

bbed her luggage, but just as they stepped inside, a middle-ag

," the drive

re Sharon threw the contents of a beer bottle at h

the shoes and hair

. Without missing a beat, she covered he

e countryside. You're an embarrassment. We have to disinfec

had the choice. But instead, she smirked. "Auntie, mayb

ode past Sharon an

red down the hall. Inside, another woman, dressed hea

nce. "Tsk. Grandpa's taste is really slipping. I heard you came by train? You should've said somet

, unimpressed. "Is the Ethan fa

en a personal choice. She could have called in a private jet if sh

d after her. "Where's my room?" Margaret

ou've never stayed in a room this nice before. You better get used to it. I'm Ethan's cousi

garet stepped into the room an

e like that? What's wrong with

hispered, "Miss, this is Y

s when people touch his things. When he finds ou

's eyes gleamed