Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 15

A cruel, careless smirk curled at the corner of Marcus’s mouth as he spoke in an offhand tone. “It’s only natural she won’t admit it.”

“If you ask me, toss her in the river a few times. With the shock of the cold and fear, I guarantee she’ll confess to anything.”

He spoke as if discussing something as trivial as the weather.

Matthew’s eyes narrowed at those words, a flash of cold sharpness in his gaze. With a sudden flick of his hand, he signaled the bodyguards to act.

At his command, the bodyguards closed in on Marguerite like a pack of wolves, their movements so menacing it looked as if they’d drag her straight into the abyss.

“Wait!”

Just then, breathless and flustered, Laura burst back into the room.

She took one glance at Marguerite—hair matted to her face, clothes wrinkled, bruises on her skin—and a wave of guilt crashed over her.

Without bothering to catch her breath, Laura shouted, “I have proof! There’s a video—clear as day—that shows Ms. Howell was pushed into the water by Fiona. It had nothing to do with Ms. Taylor.”

At those words, Fiona’s face went sheet-white, panic flickering in her eyes before she quickly regained her composure.

She shot Laura a vicious glare, then, before anyone could react, lunged forward and gripped Laura’s wrist with such force it felt like she might break it.

Leaning in, Fiona hissed so only Laura could hear, “Laura, do you want to keep your job here or not?”

“If you dare say another word about this, I promise you’ll be out on the street. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With the video as evidence, there was no need to say more.

Matthew tucked away his phone, unhurried, his long lashes casting shadows that hid the calculation in his eyes.

“My apologies, Ms. Taylor. Please wait over there a moment.”

He stood, a lazy, almost indifferent smile on his lips, idly spinning a silver lighter between his fingers—the metal clicking softly in the quiet.

“I hate being lied to,” he mused as he strolled toward Fiona, gaze icy enough to chill the room. “You know, the last person who tried to pull one over on me…”

He paused, looking her over with a cold glint in his eyes. “Well, let’s just say the grass on their grave is already knee-high.”