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Chapter 6: Not as Good as Samuel?

The photo shoot, originally scheduled for five hours, ended in just two hours with Samuel's cooperation.

Ella was puzzled by this.

Samuel hated the clothes, but when Margaret said they looked good, he stopped complaining. One look from Margaret shut him up every time he nitpicked. He was that scared—afraid she might actually hit him!

Ella suddenly realized it was best not to mess with Margaret; her background might be more formidable than just being William’s fiancée.

After the shoot, no matter how much Margaret refused, Samuel insisted on having dinner with her, declaring, "If you don't agree to eat with me, I'll camp out at the Fisher Group's entrance."

True to his word, he did just that, drawing the attention of young female colleagues who admired him.

"Wow! He's even more handsome in person than on TV."

"Who is he waiting for? So jealous."

Margaret, sitting at her desk, struggled to concentrate amidst the lively buzz. At this moment, William walked up to her desk.

"Let's go. If he stays out there much longer, the Fisher Group will be on the headlines tomorrow,” William said.

Margaret hesitated for a moment but agreed to the suggestion and walked out of the company with William.

"You finally agreed to have dinner with me!" Samuel’s face lit up when he saw Margaret, but his smile faltered when he noticed William beside her. His brows knit in confusion.

"William?"

William had his hands in his pockets, lips slightly pursed.

"Just to be clear! I invited Margaret to dinner alone. There's no extra seat. William, you can do as you please." Samuel teased.

William said seriously, "You invited my fiancée to dinner. Do you think I wouldn't show up?"

Samuel, who had just taken a sip of water, spat it out directly.

"Fiancée?" He paused, then continued. "Margaret is your fiancée from the countryside?" Samuel looked at Margaret in shock.

But Margaret was indeed from the countryside, though that countryside had a manor worth billions and dozens of villas.

Margaret casually nodded. "There's no affection between us. The engagement will automatically dissolve in three months."

Samuel breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. William doesn't deserve you! He's so cold and boring, I'm much better!"

William suppressed his inner anger, wondering what kind of background Margaret had to warrant such an attitude from Samuel.

He didn't deserve Margaret?

William sarcastically said, "Samuel, your brother asked me to help get your fancy car, but a typhoon's delaying the ship."

Samuel immediately backed down. "Come on. William, with your abilities, isn't a typhoon at sea something you can solve with a word?"

Samuel's humor made Margaret chuckle, and the tense atmosphere among them gradually eased.

The dinner was quite pleasant, and Margaret and William parted ways with Samuel at the restaurant entrance.

William's voice was measured and firm as he addressed Margaret beside him, "So you are sure you won't like me because you have someone in your heart. But let me remind you that you are still engaged with me, so don't do anything out of line. If you damage the Fisher family's reputation, I won't let you off."

Hearing William's threat, Margaret didn't show any nervousness or fear but looked directly at William with her bright eyes. This direct gaze made William feel awkward, and he turned his head away.

Suddenly, William felt Margaret's breath on his ear.

Was she going to kiss him in public?

William was clearly overthinking as he heard a loud and clear word in his ear.

"Crazy!"

William's face immediately darkened, and they didn't speak another word.

In William's mind, Margaret's lack of denial was taken as an admission, and her reaction seemed to confirm his suspicion. He believed she was embarrassed and irritated by his remarks.

That night, William had insomnia as usual.

Ever since he was kidnapped at thirteen and locked in a pitch-dark room, William had struggled with insomnia.

But tonight was different; his mind was consumed with thoughts of Margaret.

For some reason, he kept replaying scenes from the previous night and found himself missing the feeling of hugging Margaret as they slept.

The more he thought about it, the more restless he became.

Could it be that he really wasn't as good as that playboy Samuel?

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