Margaret sat sideways in a round chair, looking at her family dining with tears of excitement in her eyes.
The virtuous mother was complaining about her father, saying that he had such a big belly and should lose weight, while the brother was hugging his new girlfriend and whispering sweet words to her.
The scars on Margaret's face disappeared, her body shrank back to the appearance of a twelve or thirteen-year-old, and the innocence of a girl returned to her face again.
Time seemed to go back six or seven years, returning to the time when she was happiest and most carefree.
Tears slid down Margaret's fair cheeks. "That's great. Everything before was just a dream, it was all fake. You are all still alive."
Just when she was about to say something, a big hand reached out from the side and gently embraced her slender waist.
Margaret turned her head and looked to the side. It was Charles, who was looking at her affectionately, and their faces were slowly approaching each other.
"Hiss~~" Maglimon, who was slumped on the stool, stiffened his whole body and took a deep breath. His pale pupils quickly returned to normal.
Recalling her previous fantasy, Margaret's face showed extreme disgust.
She threw the half of the fruit with black spots in her hand against the wall, raised her hand and slapped herself hard in the face.
The slap was so loud that the maid outside the door heard it. The head maid Gina carefully poked her head in and looked at her master. "Miss Margaret, the soothing fruit has no effect?"
Margaret ignored the maid's question and turned to look at herself in the mirror. She was a thin woman with disheveled hair, wearing a black suspender skirt, sitting on a stool with her legs spread wide.
The once innocent eyes were completely replaced by fatigue and decadence. Coupled with the hideous scar on her face, she no longer looked like a 19-year-old girl.
After looking for a full five seconds, Margaret picked up a comb and began to quickly tidy up her appearance.
"What's happening at the Governor's Mansion this afternoon?" Margaret's eyes became sharp.
The maid Gina outside the door hurried over to help her master put on makeup.
"Meet with the Governor of Mochen Island to discuss the return of Spider Island. He has already arrived and is waiting for you in the waiting room."
"Bang~" The door opened, and Margaret, in a black dress, strode towards the reception room, with a proud expression on her face like armor. At this moment, she was the governor of Hefang Island.
Quickly walking through the bright corridor, Margaret soon saw the Governor of Mochen Island, a fat man with mediocre hair who was nearly two meters tall.
When he saw Margaret in a black dress, his bulging goldfish eyes suddenly lit up and he kept looking at her graceful curves, with his lust in his eyes not concealed at all.
"Niece Margaret, I didn't expect you to be still alive. I rushed here the moment I got the news. I thought I had heard it wrongly." The greasy big hand held Margaret's slender hand and kept playing with it.
Seeing this scene, the maid Gina next to her showed extreme disgust in her eyes.
But Margaret didn't care at all. She pulled her finger out nonchalantly and said, "Gina, ask everyone else to leave. I have something to talk to Uncle Timmy about."
The head maid Gina showed a strong sense of uneasiness on her face. She was very worried that Miss Margaret would be with such a person.
But she finally did as she was told, and soon there were only two people left in the gorgeous reception room.
"My little niece Margaret, do you want to get closer to your uncle? Hehehe, I held you in my arms when you were a child." The Mediterranean fat man came up to her with greed on his face.
Margaret's eyes were expressionless. "My father once told me that the Governor of Mochen Island is extremely good at disguise, but anyone who really believes in his appearance will suffer a great loss in the end. These are his outermost disguises. No one knows how many layers of disguise he has."
He walked to a stool nearby and sat down, then picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. "Daniel seems to think highly of you, even telling you something like this."
"Uncle Timmy gave me this expression as soon as he came here. Does it seem that what we discussed in the telegram before doesn't count?"
The fat man touched his three-layer thick chin with his hand, and the corner of his mouth raised a hint of sneer. "Now that we've talked about it, I'm too lazy to pretend. Don't think that you can prove how great you are just because you have the support of the pirates of Sodom."
"Of the three islands before Hefang Island, only one main island remains, and the sovereignty of this island has to be shared with others. You are not Daniel, and you are not qualified to negotiate with me now."
Margaret covered her mouth and chuckled. "Uncle Timmy is really heartless. Your son was planning to marry me before. If he really did marry me, we would be a family."
"Hmph, forget it. My stupid son can't beat the Cavendish family. If he marries you, I'm afraid you'll sell him out. In short, I've already occupied the island. It's impossible to take it back. If you have the guts, you can arrange for Sodom to attack."
After saying that, Timmy stood up and walked out the door without saying anything. Soon, Margaret was the only one left in the empty room.
"Oh my~ It looks like you won't get your island back. What should we do? How about I help you kill him?" 134, wearing a pink baby dress, floated out from behind a door with a smile on her face.
"If he dies on my island, who will cooperate with me in the future? And since he is such a smart man, do you think he didn't guard against my actions since he dared to come to Hefang?"
"What should I do then?" 134, floating in the air, tilted his head and pretended to think.
"There is always a way. This guy is very cunning, but what he said before is right. His son is stupid and easy to use. I want to take back what Cavendish lost with interest." Margaret clenched her slender fingers suddenly.
"That's good. Our cooperation can continue. Don't work too hard. If you die of exhaustion, this island will belong to me." 134 turned around and left with the doll in his hand.
"Desperately?" Margaret looked at the direction she left and murmured to herself, "It's not enough. We can't lose an inch of what the Cavendish family once owned!"
"Pah~" The wine glass that Timmy had just touched shook and fell on the table, and the wine spilled all over half of the table.
Black gas began to emerge from the red wine and gradually turned into a large pool of black water. A pair of yellow eyes with horizontal holes full of evil spirit like an octopus appeared in it.
A voice as if holding a ball of phlegm came out from inside. "Yes, it's not enough. If you want to avenge your family, your current strength is far from enough."
"Who!" Margaret lifted her long skirt, and a dagger with special stripes appeared in her hand. Several transparent figures appeared and disappeared in the air, surrounding the pool of black water.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you really avenged your family?" A black octopus tentacle covered with mucus stretched out from the water and then retracted.
"What are you talking about? Who are you?" Margaret clenched the dagger in her hand as tightly as possible.
The sound in the water continued. "Why was Swan so eager to occupy the island before? Is this really reasonable? Who is the biggest beneficiary in this situation? Can he really build a machine as large as the "Lonka"? Who is the ultimate mastermind behind the death of your family? Think about it carefully in your mind."
"Of course, you can disbelieve us, or you can completely ignore what I said and let the murderer of your family go unpunished."
The sound in the water gradually faded away. "I will come back to see you. I hope that by then, you will have found the answer."
Margaret stood in the empty reception room, looking at the pool of water, her heart unable to calm down for a long time.
(End of this chapter)