Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 806

The assistant quickly handed the file over to the man.

"Mr. Winston, time is of the essence. We've only managed to gather a limited amount of information, even after combining it with what we previously knew. This is everything we have."

Maurice's long fingers gracefully flipped open the file, turning each page with care.

"The Deputy Chairman of the International Trade Organization... how can his background be so spotless?"

Assistant Janie looked troubled, swallowing hard as she murmured, "I'm puzzled too. He joined the trade organization as a regular member and, in less than a month, was unexpectedly promoted to Deputy Chairman. He then went on to establish an international venture capital group. His rise through the ranks was unnaturally fast, yet six months ago, there was no trace of him at all. If he started as an unknown, how did he climb so quickly...?"

Maurice furrowed his brow, deep in thought. Six months ago, Silas was a ghost. Six months ago...

Suddenly, his grip on the file tightened, and he turned sharply to Janie, urgently asking, "Did we find anything about his family background?"

"Mr. Winston, he has no parents, but he does have a daughter."

"So, he and Violet are remarried?"

Janie quickly shook her head, then wore a peculiar expression. "No, Mr. Winston, his marital status has always been single, with no record of any romantic relationships."

"No romantic relationships, yet he has a daughter..."

"Yes, his daughter is named Margot Ward."

Janie blurted it out, and the name seemed to unlock something in her mind, lighting up her thoughts. She frowned, almost involuntarily whispering the name, "Margot... Margot... Could this be a coincidence?"

She drifted in and out of slumber, and when she finally opened her eyes, the sky was painted with a fiery glow. She couldn't tell if it was dawn or dusk.

A heavy sense of loneliness settled over her, but amidst it, she felt something cool against her forehead. Removing it, she found it was a fever patch.

A fever patch?

She didn't remember using one before falling asleep.

Startled and bewildered, Marguerite realized there was no one else in the room. Barefoot, she walked into the living room, and there he was, that all-too-familiar figure sitting on the couch.

Their eyes met, and his deep, husky voice broke the silence, "You're awake?"