CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Despite the sudden surge of anxiety flooding her chest, driven by uncertainties about the aristocratic woman's motives and intentions, she held onto her professional smile. Yet, beneath the facade, hints of weariness or other emotions may have subtly lingered.

Bago pa man makapagsalita si Marga ay nakuha ang kanyang atensyon sa pagtunog ng elevator at nakita niya sa reflection ng panel ang unti-unting pagbukas ng pinto.

Agad din niyang ibinaling ang atensyon sa mala-aristokratang babae. “Yes, po. I’m Margarette Atillo. How may I help you po?” magalang niyang tugon, saka inilahad ang kamay rito.

Gumuhit ang masayang ngiti ng babae at tinanggap ang nakalahad niyang kamay.

"I'm grateful I came straight to you, Margarette. It appears my brother wasn't wrong in making excuses for me; he'd go to any lengths just to get you," she exclaimed joyfully, her voice infused with intense admiration and contentment, her eyes reflecting the same emotions.

Biglang nanigas ang kanyang ngiti at isang ba