The car stopped at the Limbaugh Villa.
Although it was not the first time Margaret was here, she still felt slightly amazed. Then, she sighed internally, wondering that it must have felt good being rich.
"Excuse me, Larry, when will I be able to leave?" Margaret looked at Larry questionably.
She could not stay here forever, could she?
Larry responded apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Margaret. It depends on Mr. Limbaugh. When he comes back, you can ask him personally."
After he finished talking, Larry went away. After all, he was not stupid. If he and Margaret were alone in the room together, Mr. Limbaugh may feel jealous when he saw them.
Therefore, it was better for him to leave as soon as possible.
After Larry left, Margaret was finally alone for the first time in the day.
The interior design of the Limbaugh Villa was extravagant yet minimal, which made the space feel a little unwelcoming.
The villa was enormous and there was not a single servant in sight.
Charleston seemed to be the only person living here.
Margaret had been here once. Besides the part-timer working during meal hours, the villa was empty at other times.
As Margaret sat alone in this big, empty villa, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Margaret was bored. She did not know where Charleston had gone either.
Sitting on the soft couch, fatigue from her long day finally caught up to Margaret. She dozed off in a daze.
Not knowing how long it had been, Margaret finally opened her eyes, only to find a tall figure standing in front of her.
"Mr. Limbaugh." Margaret woke up instantly. She looked at the man who was smiling faintly in front of her. She then asked, "How long have I been asleep?"
"I've been here for ten minutes now," Charleston said with a smile.
Margaret suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Charleston had been here for about ten minutes. In other words, she had slept for quite some time.
At first, she just wanted to take a nap.
She did not expect that she would accidentally fall into deep sleep.
Moreover, she had fallen asleep on someone else's sofa. Margaret suddenly felt very embarrassed.
"Ahem, then why didn't you wake me up when you got here?" Margaret cleared her throat.
Charleston grinned, "I couldn't bring myself to do so."
She looked very sweet and adorable when she was asleep, like a soft cake.
Charleston really couldn't bring himself to wake her up.
Margaret blinked her eyes in embarrassment.
"Do you want to go to the room and rest?" Charleston asked again.
Margaret waved her hand and said, "No, it's okay. By the way, Mr. Limbaugh, about the police..."
"Don't worry, I've already dealt with it." Charleston said, "I've seen the surveillance footage and found out that it was the assistant who did it."
The assistant?
Zoey's assistant.
Margaret was not surprised. She said, "I heard that no one could retrieve the footage in Studio City that easily."
She had read before about two actresses who had gotten into a fight. They wanted to watch the surveillance footage to determine who was to blame for starting the fight. However, Studio City refused to share the footage.
"Yes, but Studio City belongs to the Limbaugh family," Charleston said with a smile.
No wonder.
Margaret fiddled with her fingers and said bashfully, "I owe you another favor again. Charleston, why do you always help me?"
Charleston kept silent. He only gazed deeply into Margaret's orbs.
He thought to himself, "Silly girl, I helped you because I want you to owe me a favor. This way, you could return the favor by being mine."
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