Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 672

"How on earth do you know me? I don't remember ever seeing you!" Miley was even more astonished.

"Well, I was a student at Blue Ridge University as well, just that when you were in your senior year, I was still in prep. We even snuck into your graduation party. You sang 'Trouble is a Friend' that night, and you just made quite the impression on me. The moment you walked in just now, I recognized you. I figured you might miss the old college days, so I brought this chocolate over for you to try."

Violet had a knack for quickly bridging gaps with people. In just a few words, she managed to close the distance with Miley. But it wasn’t just flattery; it was the kind of genuine sincerity that made you feel really comfortable.

Miley gave Marguerite a look and subtly gave a thumbs up, marveling, "Wow, Marguerite, you've really struck gold! She's way sharper than you."

Violet laughed, "Oh, no, Ms. Goldie. The fact that Marguerite offered me the assistant position is the real fortune here."

Seeing how well Miley and Violet were getting along, and considering Violet had been with the company for a while and knew the ins and outs, Marguerite didn't hesitate to bring up her concerns in front of her. "By the way, any news from Penelope's end?"

Miley shook her head, "Nothing."

"Still nothing?" Marguerite's eyes widened in shock. "Not even a trace? Her clothes, shoes, nothing?"

"Nothing," Miley felt a bit down as she said it, sighing before adding, "The police said today that if they don't find anything in a few more days, they might have to declare it a missing person case."

"And if they declare her missing, then what?"

"We hold a funeral. The police were pretty clear today, saying even if they find her, after being in the water for two weeks, there's absolutely no chance of survival."

Marguerite's eyes welled up at that, "...How are Robert and Hackett holding up?"

"Robert's been doing a bit better. Hackett, well, you know. Crying every day, looks years older."

Marguerite was at a loss for words.

Suddenly, Miley pulled out a blue envelope, the size of an A4 paper, from her bag and handed it to Marguerite: "I saw this parcel for you at the front desk when I was coming up, thought I'd bring it along."