Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 57

With Hogan’s help these past couple of days, Marguerite had managed to tie up almost all the loose ends. There was no need for her to show up at the office anymore. If Mrs. Foster wanted to keep making a scene, she was welcome to—none of it had anything to do with Marguerite now.

Face flushed and jaw clenched, Mrs. Foster spat, “Fine! I’ll just come to your house. From now on, none of us will have any peace!”

Marguerite curled her lips into a faint smile. Did Mrs. Foster really think a threat like that would rattle her?

“Suit yourself.” Without the slightest concern, Marguerite turned and headed for the door.

Mrs. Foster blocked her path. “Shameless girl! You’re not leaving this room until you pay for the damages you caused!”

Suddenly, Mrs. Foster pressed a hand to her chest, a pained expression twisting her features.

“Are you all right? Is it your heart again?” someone asked, concern flickering in their voice.

“Marguerite, don’t you think you’ve gone too far?” Fiona finally had an excuse to confront her. “You know she isn’t well. Do you really have to push her this hard?”

Marguerite’s patience had long since worn out. “If it were up to me, I’d keep my distance from all of you. You’re the ones who won’t leave me alone.”

A while ago, she might have felt anxious or even guilty. But not anymore. She didn’t owe them a shred of sympathy.

Without a backward glance, Marguerite walked out. There was nothing left here worth her time.

When she got home, she found Hogan had just finished tidying up as well. The two of them headed out to meet Matthew for dinner.

Matthew raised his wine glass. “Hogan, it’s been way too long. Tonight you have to have a drink with me. I want to see if you can finally keep up!”

He poured wine for them both, and the conversation quickly turned to stories from the past. Marguerite sat beside Hogan, listening to their laughter and reminiscing, and found herself genuinely enjoying it.

A sudden knock interrupted them. One of Matthew’s men poked his head into the private dining room. “Boss, Mr. Murphy is here.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Matthew’s face. “Show him in,” he said.

Leonard? Marguerite’s heart skipped a beat at the name.

She turned instinctively toward the doorway as a tall, lean figure walked in. Leonard was dressed in a russet suit that fit his broad shoulders perfectly, his expression unreadable and calm as ever.