Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 780

Seriously?

How is that even remotely good?!

Since when does Mr. Ward ever show up to these kind of dinner parties?

Ike looked utterly baffled, while Silas had already taken his seat beside Marguerite.

Mr. Perry was all too eager to pour Silas a drink, but then the man suddenly asked, "Mr. Perry, how much are you planning to invest?"

Mr. Perry was taken aback, "Mr. Ward, what are you talking about?"

Seeing the confusion, Ike hurried to explain:

"Mr. Perry, didn't you just say you'd bet your last dime on the Polar Radiance project if you had the chance? Mr. Ward is asking, are you in or out?"

In?

The cost per bottle of that perfume is $4,000. He'd have to bet his life on it!

Mr. Perry's lips twitched into a grimace, clearly not amused.

"In... Of course, I'm in! Just not right now... Mr. Ward, I need to weigh my options a bit more."

Marguerite, looking to stir the pot, pressed on: "Mr. Perry, Mr. Ward is all in, but you're not? What are you trying to say? You think Mr. Ward has poor judgment?"

At that, everyone held their breath.

It was clear as day. Marguerite was laying a trap for Mr. Perry!

Serves him right for underestimating people earlier!

Marguerite watched him with a sly grin, as Mr. Perry, out of options, hastily downed his drink to mask his panic.

It took him a moment to muster, "No, no, Mr. Ward's judgment is second to none. It's just... well... I'm short on cash..."

"But didn't you just say you were rolling in dough? How come you're suddenly broke? Mr. Perry, in business, integrity is everything. If you’re like this, who would dare to partner with you in the future?"

Oh, Mr. Perry, how quickly you can bend.

What happened to all that bluster from before?

Marguerite wished she could capture this moment on video to show him just how pitiful he looked.

But indulging in such petty revenge wasn’t her style, nor did she have the heart for it.

Feeling vindicated, she happily grabbed her glass from the table and downed it in one go, her mood significantly brightened.

Silas watched her small gesture, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

This woman, at the end of the day, was still a young girl at heart.

Regaining her dignity made her day, charmingly naive.

But Marguerite had forgotten one crucial detail – her low tolerance for alcohol. That single glass of wine she had just downed so quickly and eagerly was now making her head spin, lulling her into sleepiness.