Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 41

That grating voice was jarringly familiar, and Marguerite’s smile vanished in an instant.

“Oh, looks like someone beat me to it. What should I do now?” the voice chimed.

“Well, if you’ve set your sights on something, nobody else should even think about taking it from you,” Benjamin declared smugly as he strode into the room—only to stop short the moment he saw Marguerite.

His confident grin froze on his face. The last thing he expected was to run into Marguerite here.

“You—”

“Talk about a small world,” Laura muttered under her breath. Benjamin’s expression tightened even more, a frown forming between his brows.

“Marguerite, you’re here too? Don’t tell me you’re following us on purpose.”

“Please, don’t flatter yourself,” Marguerite shot back, rolling her eyes. It had only been a day since they last met, but somehow he’d grown even more full of himself.

Fiona’s eyes lit up with faux surprise. “Maggie, I’m so glad you’re here! Ben’s been really upset about the company lately—you should go back and help him! And if it’s because of me, I can leave, really.”

“Leave? Where would you even go?” Benjamin snapped. “No one’s making you leave! Marguerite, how much longer are you going to keep making a scene?”

Marguerite let out a laugh of disbelief. “I’m making a scene? Do you even hear yourself?”

“Marguerite!” Benjamin barked, his patience fraying. Marguerite just gave a cold smile.

“What, does the truth bother you? Too bad, because that’s exactly what I’m telling.”

“What, you don’t want a gift from me? Seriously, Marguerite?”

“Do you think I can’t afford it myself?” She rolled her eyes again and picked up the necklace she’d been admiring.

Fiona’s face flickered with disappointment, but she forced a gentle smile. “Maggie has such good taste. What a coincidence, we both picked out the same necklace. It’s really lovely—Maggie would look beautiful in it.”

She turned to Benjamin, tugging subtly at his sleeve. “Since Maggie likes it, I’ll let her have it. Why don’t you buy it for her?”

Her act was so obvious, Marguerite almost burst out laughing. Only an idiot like Benjamin would fall for Fiona’s sweet, manipulative routine.

Sure enough, Benjamin’s face changed at once, his concern for Fiona written all over it. “You’re always so considerate. Marguerite, do you really have to compete with Fiona? You’re older than her—can’t you be a little more gracious?”