Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 708

Marguerite genuinely couldn't figure out what on earth she and Daphne had to talk about. They had only met three times, hardly enough to become chummy to the point of chatting about everything under the sun. Yet, because Daphne held Maurice's vasectomy report, and Marguerite was a whisper away from the truth, she found herself reluctantly joining Daphne in the car.

The car zoomed off, quickly leaving the city's hustle and bustle behind, and stopped at a deserted lakeside that seemed miles from anywhere.

Daphne, clutching a manila folder, stepped out of the car. It was then that Marguerite noticed the stilettos Daphne was wearing today – at least four inches tall. Already towering, these heels made Daphne appear as an imposing mountain standing before Marguerite.

Her presence was indeed commanding, but Marguerite was far from intimidated.

"Can I have what I came for?" Marguerite asked, extending her hand.

Looking down from her lofty height, Daphne crossed her arms, the manila folder lazily pinched between her fingers.

"How about a deal?"

"What kind of deal?"

"I give you the report, and you convince Frederick to drop the wafer tech project."

"Do you honestly think I have that kind of pull?"

Marguerite's retort hit a nerve, clearly unsettling Daphne and challenging her pride.

A crack of vulnerability flashed in Daphne's eyes, quickly replaced by a mocking, yet somber smile. "You're clever, I'll give you that. Finding someone's weakness so quickly."

She snuffed out the lighter, reluctantly tossing the folder to Marguerite, who caught it with ease.

Meanwhile, Daphne's gaze hardened, issuing a silent challenge, "What else do you have, Marguerite, besides your petty smarts? What makes you so special that the Winston brothers would go to war over you? You don't fuss over your looks, blend into a crowd unnoticed. Beauty-wise, how can you even compare to me? A country bumpkin with no diploma, a corporate drone with nothing to show for after three years, hiding behind that plain Jane facade. Yet, you've got Frederick wrapped around your finger. Not just him, Maurice is willing to leave me to be with you. What's your secret? What do you have that I don't?"