Chapter <b>292 </b>


    Meanwhile, Maurice took a phone call and left the den, with Marguerite left standing there for what felt like an eternity. By the time she decided to leave, her legs <b>had </b>already given way to exhaustion


    She walked aimlessly out of the study, only to find that the entire mansion was deserted, save for the omnipresent security <b>staff</b>.


    Powell was not home, and even Jocelyn and Lisette were gone. Presumably, Maurice had sent them all away


    Marguerite stood at the entrance of the mansion, staring at the concrete driveway leading away from thevish property, a wave of uncertainty washing over her


    In the span of an hour, her life had taken a dramatic tum.


    Returning to her former home, Sapphire Valley Estates, was no longer an option. With her grandma gone, she was left wondering where her home was


    Just then, a McLaren pulled up in front of Marguente, revealing Maurice’s smug face. Marguerite ignored him, walking past the car and heading towards the road.


    The McLaren <b>kept </b>pace with her, Maunce’s maic voice ringing in her ears, “Marguerite, don’t be stubborn. You think I wouldn’t be able to find you?<b>” </b>


    Marguerite stopped in her tracks, and the McLaren came to a halt behind her


    Maurice stepped out of the car and stood in front of Marguente, hismand crisp and clear, “Get in the car”


    Marguente’s eyes sparkled with suspicion, but after a mere two seconds of staring into Maurice’s eyes, she decided toply and silently got into the car.


    Maurice was right. Everything she did at the mansion was under his control, so <b>even </b>if she ran to the ends of the earth, he would be able to catch her with ease. So, she might as well go <b>along </b>with himm


    She had no idea where Maurice was taking her, but at this point, it didn’t really matter


    She had nowhere to go, so what difference did it make where she ended up?


    The ride was silent, the McLaren eventually pulling up in a gatedmunity known <b>as </b>Emerald Meadows


    Marguente recognized it immediately. It was where Maurice had lived previously, and she had visited once when she had passed out


    Back then, Maurice was still Steven


    As Marguerite got out of the car, she noticed two rows of security guards standing at the entrance of the mansion. She shot Maurice an angry nce but before she could utter a word, he <b>beat </b>her to it, “Give birth to the baby, and III let you leave. Until then, you’re free to do <b>as </b>you please, I won’t interfere. But for the baby’s safely, I’ll have security follow you”


    So, she was essentially under house arrest? Marguerite scoffed, her desire to converse with this maniptive man dwindling to nothing. She walked into the mansion and mmed the door shut behind her


    <b>A </b>maid named Nadine showed Marguerite to a room that overlooked the <b>sea </b>Standing on the balcony, she could see the shimmering waves stretching out into the


    honzon.


    Marguerite stood in the center of the balcony, the wind causing her hair to dance around as her emotions began to spiral out of control


    The pale blue sea seemed endless, just like her life, with no end in sight


    Her first night away from Frederick was especially long. Marguerite tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, images of Fredenck invaded


    her thoughts


    She couldn’t remember falling asleep, and upon waking the next day, she had no desire to get up


    Just as she was opening her eyes, there was a knock on her door. It was Nadine, standing at the door with a massive suitcase, ‘Ms. Lockwood, the master had me retrieve your belongings from the second master’s ce this morning”


    Marguente was taken aback, “He let you in?”


    Nadine paused, “Who?”


    “Frederick”


    Nadine nodded, “Yes, Sadie helped <b>pack </b>your stuff.”


    Marguerite’s emotions were a whirlwind. She knew her life at the estate was bing a distant memory, but she couldn’t help but ask, ‘Did they ask anything?” Nadine reported truthfully, “No, Mr. Frederick just gave me a scary look. Mrs. Frederick was there too, along with a friend of Mr. Fredenck’s and a girl named Miley.”


    Miley?


    “Miley?”


    ‘I think so.”


    The fact that Miley was at Sapphire Valley Estates surprised Marguerite.


    As Marguerite pondered over this, her phone rang. It was a call from Jocelyn.


    Stepping out onto the balcony to take the call, she answered quickly,