The first possibility was that it was a trap, and the second possibility was that Martina did not discover the spiritual mark Connor left on her. However, Martina was bold enough to play "darkness under the light" with Old Victor right under his nose. She was trying to use this method to avoid Old Victor's search and tracking.
After pondering carefully for a while, Connor looked at Marguerite and said softly, "The spiritual mark I left on Martina tells me that Martina is nearby. However, as you can see, Marguerite, I have no way to confirm whether Martina is nearby. Otherwise, if you are worried, Marguerite, you should retreat first! Your identity is sensitive, and if this is really a trap, I can escape by myself! "
Connor was quite satisfied with this foolproof plan that he had come up with after much deliberation. However, Margret's reaction really surprised him. Margret first rolled her eyes at him, then kicked his leg under the coffee table. Finally, she transmitted her voice to Connor fiercely, "You want to throw me down to that bitch Martina? You want to throw me down there alone to look for that bitch Martina? Dream on, Connor Ferguson! "
Although Marguerite's words sounded unruly and willful, it really made Connor's heart warm. Connor didn't know what went wrong in his mind at this time, but he actually touched the long and slippery leg that Marguerite just stepped on.
Obviously, Marguerite also didn't expect that Connor would be so daring to take advantage of her at this time and place. When Connor regained his senses and realized what he had done, he looked at Marguerite very awkwardly and anxiously. However, Marguerite's beautiful face blushed and she lowered her head without saying anything.
Just when Connor was secretly delighted, recalling the smooth and delicate feeling just now, and hesitating whether to touch it again, Marguerite suddenly kicked his left knee fiercely with her long leg. This time, Marguerite used a lot of strength, causing Connor to grimace in pain.
"Let's see if you dare to take advantage of me again!" Seeing Connor's embarrassed expression, Marguerite was secretly pleased. However, she still transmitted her voice to Connor in an unfriendly tone.
Connor, who was enduring the pain on his left knee alone, waved his hand with a wry smile and didn't dare to speak.
Seeing that Connor didn't speak and didn't take any further action, Marguerite's heart was filled with resentment for no reason. She gritted her teeth and transmitted her voice to Connor with a complicated tone, "When do you plan to tell me the story between you and that pharmacist of yours?"
When he heard that Marguerite wouldn't let go of Varga's matter and wanted to force him to abdicate, Connor's expression immediately fell silent. He didn't know what to say.
Seeing Connor's behavior, Marguerite was naturally even more furious. She glared fiercely at Connor. However, just when Connor was deliberating on how to deceive Marguerite, two streams of clear tears suddenly flowed down from Marguerite's beautiful eyes.
When Marguerite cried, Connor, who was still thinking of how to deceive her, was suddenly at a loss. He had known Marguerite for so long, but he had never seen Marguerite cry before.
"Marguerite, can you stop crying?" The vexed Connor could only coax Marguerite to see if her emotions could be stabilized. However, in the face of Connor's coaxing, Marguerite didn't have any intention of stopping crying. She still sat in her seat with red eyes and looked at Connor with resentment.
Although the disguise covered up part of Marguerite's beauty and made her less dazzling, it was obvious that she was still the most dazzling star in this cafe. More than ten well-dressed men in the cafe stole glances at Marguerite from time to time. When they saw Marguerite's tears, a few of them became restless. They looked at Connor with unfriendly gazes as if they wanted to teach him a lesson.
Seeing that Marguerite was going to continue making a scene, Connor had no choice but to grit his teeth and whisper to Marguerite, "She is my classmate at Greene University. I was also the one who introduced her to the Secret Society. The two of us have a good relationship. I help her refine magical items, and she provides me with potions. We help each other out. Marguerite, I believe in you! But in order to protect her, I really can't say anything more to you! "
Although Marguerite wasn't very satisfied with Connor's explanation, she was glad that Connor was willing to compromise for her. She didn't ask for more and followed Connor's lead. She wiped the tears off her face and stopped crying. She didn't say anything and turned to look out the window at the busy traffic on Lewandowski Avenue.
Margaret gave up and didn't pursue the matter any further. Connor, who had a sincere expression on his face, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he had managed to muddle through this hurdle.
He didn't lie to Marguerite at all. Varga was indeed his classmate, and it was he, Connor Ferguson, who introduced Varga to the Secret Society. Connor had also refined magical items for Varga. These were all things that couldn't be more true!
Connor didn't lie to Marguerite about his relationship with Varga. He just hid a little bit from Marguerite. His relationship with Varga was not only very good, but it was also so good that they slept together …
Connor knew very well that it wasn't the best way to keep hiding it. It wasn't even a long-term solution. One day, Varga or Marguerite would find out that he, Connor Ferguson, was two-timing. However, Connor couldn't think of a way to solve this problem. He could only choose to muddle through and hide it for as long as he could.
Connor really regretted it now. Why did he offend Marguerite just now? Otherwise, he might have been able to hold on for a few more days and wouldn't have been forced to abdicate by Marguerite so quickly.
Connor, who didn't have time to pay attention to them, frowned slightly when he felt the envious and jealous gazes of the well-dressed and self-satisfied "male animals" in the restaurant. He then took out his wallet and threw two one-gold pound notes on the coffee table. He waved to the waiter standing by the side and said, "Bill, please!"
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