Wizard Earl

Chapter 661 Martina's Questioning

The first possibility is a trap. The second possibility is that Martina did not discover the mental mark Connor left on her, but Martina was bold enough to play "blind spot" with Old Victor right under his nose. Martina was trying to use this method to evade Old Victor's search and tracking.

After a moment's careful consideration, Connor looked at Margaret and said softly, "The mental marker I left on Martina tells me she's nearby, but as you can see from the situation, Margaret, I have no way of confirming whether she's actually in the vicinity. If you're worried, Margaret, you should retreat first! Your identity is sensitive, and if this really is a trap, I can escape alone!"

Connor was quite satisfied with his well-thought-out plan, which he had carefully considered several times before coming up with it. However, Margaret's reaction truly surprised him. Margaret first gave him a big eye roll, then kicked him hard under the coffee table with her ample thigh, and finally whispered viciously to Connor, "You think you can just leave me behind to go find that bitch Martina? Connor Ferguson, you're dreaming!"

Although Margaret's words sounded spoiled and willful, they did warm Connor's heart. For some reason, Connor didn't know what had gotten into him, but he inexplicably reached out and touched the long, smooth, big pervert that Margaret had just stepped on his foot with.

Clearly, Margaret hadn't expected Connor to be so audacious in his advances at this time and in this setting. Just as Connor regained his senses and realized what he had done, looking at Margaret with embarrassment and unease, two blushes crept onto Margaret's beautiful face. She lowered her head and said nothing.

Just as Connor was secretly pleased, savoring the smooth and delicate feel of her skin and hesitating whether to touch it again, Margaret's long leg suddenly kicked his left knee hard. Margaret used a lot of force, and Connor grimaced in pain.

"Let's see if you dare to take advantage of me again!" Seeing Connor's embarrassed state, Margaret felt a surge of satisfaction, but still transmitted her voice to Connor in an unfriendly tone:

Connor, enduring the pain in his left knee alone, waved his hand with a wry smile, not daring to speak.

Seeing that Connor remained silent and made no further move, Margaret felt a surge of resentment for no apparent reason. She bit her lip and, in a complex tone, telepathically asked Connor, "When are you going to tell me your story with your apothecary?"

Upon hearing that Margaret was pressing him on Varga's matter, Connor, who was feeling guilty for pressuring him, immediately fell silent, unsure of what to say.

Seeing Connor's demeanor, Margaret was naturally even more furious. She glared at Connor fiercely, but just as Connor was considering how to appease Margaret, two lines of clear tears suddenly streamed down Margaret's beautiful eyes.

Margaret's crying immediately caught Connor, who had been trying to bluff his way out of the situation, completely off guard. In all the time he had known Margaret, he had never actually seen her cry before.

"Margaret, can you please stop crying!" Connor, feeling flustered, could only decide to try to comfort Margaret and see if he could calm her down. However, despite Connor's attempts to comfort her, Margaret showed no sign of stopping crying. She remained seated with red eyes and tears streaming down her face, looking at Connor with resentment.

Although the disguise concealed some of Margaret's beauty, making her less dazzling, it was clear that even disguised, Margaret was still the most dazzling star in the café. More than a dozen well-dressed men in the café would occasionally steal glances at Margaret. When they saw Margaret shed tears, several of the lustful men immediately became restless, their unfriendly gazes sweeping over Connor, seemingly wanting to teach him a lesson.

Seeing that Margaret continued to argue with him, Connor, having no other choice, gritted his teeth and whispered to her, "She was my classmate at Green University, and I'm the one who brought her into the secret society. We have a very good relationship. I craft enchanted items for her, and she provides me with potions. We help each other out. Margaret, I believe you! But to protect her, I really can't say anything more to you!"

Although Margaret wasn't entirely satisfied with Connor's account, she was somewhat comforted by Connor's concessions. So she didn't ask for more. Taking the opportunity Connor offered, she wiped away her tears, stopped crying, and turned to look out the window at the bustling traffic on Lewandowski Boulevard.

Margaret stopped pressing the issue, and Connor, whose expression looked very sincere, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he had gotten away with it again.

He wasn't lying to Margaret at all in what he just said. Varga was indeed his classmate, and it was indeed he, Connor Ferguson, who introduced Varga to the Secret Society. Connor had indeed crafted enchanted items for Varga. These were all facts that couldn't be more true!

Connor wasn't deceiving Margaret about his relationship with Varga; he simply concealed one detail. His relationship with Varga wasn't just very good, it went so far as to involve them in bed…

Connor knew very well that keeping it a secret was not the best solution, nor was it a long-term solution. One day, Varga or Margaret would find out that Connor Ferguson was two-timing. But there was no other way. Connor couldn't think of a solution to the problem right now. He could only choose to let things slide and keep it a secret for as long as possible.

Connor now deeply regrets his earlier impulsive action, which provoked Margaret. Otherwise, he might have been able to hold out for a few more days and wouldn't have been pressured and interrogated by Margaret so quickly.

Sensing the envious and jealous gazes of several well-dressed, self-satisfied "males" in the restaurant, Connor, who had no time to pay them any attention, frowned slightly, then took out his wallet, pulled out two one-pound notes, and tossed them onto the coffee table. He then beckoned to the waiter standing nearby and said, "Check, please!"

(End of this chapter)