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Margie was thoroughly disinterested, sipping on her bland oatmeal with a sullen expression.
The breakfast had been too spicy, upsetting her stomach, so she had barely touched it.
Meanwhile, Fred was deep in conversation with lan about inviting sVIPs over for dinner tonight.
Seeing Margie bored to tears, Sandra chimed in, "Margot, how about | take you downtown later to pick out a
dress and maybe stroll around a bit? What do you say?"
Margie felt trapped.
As someone struggling profoundly with social anxiety, the thought of wandering the streets with someone she
had barely known for 24 hours was daunting.
As Margie pondered how to decline politely, Fred quickly picked up on her discomfort.
He casually put down the English-written guest list he was holding, glanced towards Sandra with a natural ease,
and said:
"I'll take her. We could consider it a sort of..."
His gaze playfully shifted to Margie, his voice dripping with implication, "mini- honeymoon."
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Mini-honeymoon?
At those words, Margie's eyes widened in shock.
Was Fred serious, or was this just a convenient excuse to offer Sandra?
"A day's honeymoon? If you two really want a honeymoon, you should extend your stay. I'll host, and lan and |
can show you around. Wouldn't that be better?"
lan clapped Sandra on the back, jokingly reminding her, "My dear, you're overstepping. Let the lovebirds have
their moment. What do you call it in your country? A third wheel?"
lan's attempt at English, especially the term "third wheel," cout hilariously accented.
Margie almost burst into laughter.
Sandra, taking her husband's hint, appeared a bit embarrassed and quickly
waved her hands, winking at Margie, "Look at me, all muddled. If Margot and Fred want salone time, who
am | to interfere?
Just make sure to cback early in the afternoon. You're family now, and we need to welcour guests
together at the party."
Margie quickly agreed.
She had planned to discuss Teresa and Hayes with Fred on the way, but he was constantly buried in his phone,
busier than ever.
Without a break.
After who knows how many calls, Margie seized a moment of his rest to ask, "Can't you delegate these calls to
someone else? Since when did you becthe head of external relations?"
Fred's gaze softened as he looked at Margie. "Do you know who lan wants to invite?"
Margie shook her head blankly, "Who?"
"The King of Veracoria."
Margie was flabbergasted, "I heard from Chuck yesterday that lan holds
significant power in Veracoria. If he can't invite him, how can you? Especially since the guest is a king!"
Fred chuckled at Margie's wide-eyed astonishment, playfully flicking her nose, "Do you underestimatethat
much?"
"So, you're implying you have connections with the king?"
"What else would you think, given who awardedmy title?"
Wow, impressive!
No wonder Sandra mentioned last night that Fred's status was on par with lan's.
lan ruled the Tunez Tribe's lands, making him an absolute sovereign.
Yet, Fred, owning nothing, still shared renown with lan.
Thus, behind Fred, there must be an even more powerful sovereign supporting his position.
Margie felt a bit surreal.
She knew Fred was capable, but his abilities were far beyond her imagination.
Margie pouted slightly, seeing Fred pick up another call, and decided not to disturb him further.
They soon arrived at a boutique specializing in custom designs. Fred, with his excellent taste, selected a sapphire
blue gown sprinkled with stars for Margie to try on.
Following the attendant upstairs to the dressing room, Margie found the dress a perfect fit. The full-length mirror
showcased her beauty stunningly.
Just as she was about to step out and show Fred, she inexplicably overheard Maurice and Daphne's voices.
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