An hour later, in the study of the Winston Mansion.
Marguerite's overcoat, which she had just slipped on, hung casually over Frederick's forearm. Despite claiming he couldn't smell a thing, the faint scent wafting from the coat was teasingly elusive, making him feel unexpectedly refreshed.
His gaze softened as it shifted from the fabric, turning to face Chuck, his eyes now businesslike and probing.
"What's the latest on Maurice?"
Chuck pondered for a moment before respectfully replying, "Mr. Winston, since that last fiasco where Maurice and his hacker pals siphoned off 30 billion from the conglomerate, there's been no peep from him. But I heard he's been dipping his toes into the tech industry, supposedly working on some kind of wafer."
Frederick didn't get the answer he was looking for. His eyes narrowed into a fierce glare. "I'm not talking about that."
"Not... that?" Chuck stood, slightly baffled, his parted lips betraying his surprise.
As Frederick's impatience became palpable, Chuck scrambled to connect the dots. Recalling the conversation Marguerite had in the car with Frederick, he met the man's gaze with disbelief, tentatively asking, "Mr. Winston, are you referring to... something about Marguerite?"
"Mhm."
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