Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston) novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71 I Found Your Photo

"Miss Stephanie, is this necklace yours?" asked Wayne.

"Yes. What's wrong?" Stephanie asked doubtfully.

The necklace was now in her care, so it belonged to her.

Although she could not tell what kind of material the necklace was made of...

She could tell just how precious it was.

Therefore, Stephanie was very fond of it.

"Nothing." Wayne's voice suddenly became much gentler, "Get well soon, Miss Stephanie."

"Mr. Wayne, about Master Sherman..." William asked in fear.

After all, if they offended Master Sherman, things would not turn out well for the family.

"Don't worry. He won't blame Miss Stephanie." A mysterious smile appeared on his face.

It was not until then did William let out a sigh of relief.

Soon, Mr. Wayne left.

Not long after he left, many precious gifts were sent to Stephanie's ward.

There were all kinds of precious jewelry.

There were also many famous branded shoes and bags.

Stephanie could not keep her eyes off them.

"Stephanie, you are really amazing. You even managed to impress Master Sherman. From today onwards, you should take good care of yourself." William said.

"Okay. Thank you, Dad." Stephanie said sweetly.

From this moment on, her legs were "injured" and she could not dance anymore.

Thus, there was no need for her to be afraid anymore.

All she needed to do now was to enjoy the glory.

"Right, Margaret!" William thought of the culprit and burst into a fit of rage.

If it were not for the fact that Stephanie was outstanding...

Who knew what would have happened?

To him, Margaret was someone he despised the most and she was a toy that only brought harm.

"Dad, I don't think Margaret did it intentionally." Stephanie said softly, "Don't blame her. I will find a way to handle this matter."

This was such a good opportunity to frame Margaret.

How could she let this golden opportunity pass her by?

It was critical for the timing to be right for her to crush Margaret into pieces

"Stephanie, you are too kind." William sighed helplessly. He had no choice but to follow his daughter's wishes.

...

Soon enough, all netizens learned of Stephanie's injury. Many had commented on the news.

"What? She hurt her legs? As a dance fan, I would like to know - can Stephanie still dance in the future?"

"I'm also a dance fan, and I like the dance in Ancient Star so much. Stephanie, please recover soon."

"Shouldn't we focus more on the fact that Stephanie was pushed by someone? Who on earth did this? How evil of them!"

Stephanie's fans were dying to hunt that person down.

However, there were only a few blurry pictures of the scene with the presumed culprit wearing a mask.

They could not tell what the person looked like at all.

In the end, no one figured out who the person was.

People eventually forgot about the matter and moved past it as no one could find out who the culprit was behind it.

Everyone was looking forward to seeing Stephanie get discharged.

...

The following morning, Margaret received a parcel.

It was the box! The one left by Margaret's mother.

The box had been put inside another box, which had a smiling face on it.

It felt like Stephanie was flashing Margaret a sarcastic smile.

Margaret narrowed her eyes and tightly pressed her lips together.

Her heart trembled in anxiousness.

Yet, at that moment, she could not do anything about it. She knew that Stephanie had framed her.

However, she did not have the right nor the ability to bite back at her.

She absolutely did not dare to cause any trouble because she did not have power.

She did not have the kind of power needed to bring this vile, scheming woman.

She wanted to earn as much money as she could as soon as possible!

Margaret took a deep breath and suppressed all the bitter feelings in her heart. She then opened the box.

An ordinary-looking necklace sat at the bottom of the box.

Could this be what her mother had always regarded as a treasure?

She could not shake the feeling that something was not right.

But she could not put her finger on what it was.

Forget it.

Margaret put the box away.

The box seemed to be made of agarwood. It had a good weight to it.

Margaret put the box away in a cabinet.

She thought about taking out the bag inside the cabinet. When she reached over for it, something fell out of it.

Margaret picked it up and looked at it.

It was a photo.

This was strange. She did not recall having any photos around,

When she flipped the photo over, she noticed a child in it.

The child looked like he was about one or two years old.

He looked very cute, his skin tender and delicate.

However, his big round eyes looked void of emotions.

He even had a serious look on his tiny face. It exuded a noble aura.

Margaret thought that this child looked extremely familiar.

She felt like she had seen him somewhere before.

She just could not recall where at the moment.

The longer she stared at the photo, the more adorable she found the child in the photo to be.

Margaret looked at the nude photo. The child was pink and tender, like a little peach.

Hold up...

Nude photo!

All of a sudden, Margaret realized something.

The photo in her hand instantly felt hot to the touch, like it was a stone on fire.

She quickly threw it on the ground.

"This... This nude photo, it can't... can't be Charleston, can it?" Margaret frantically thought.

Margaret suddenly remembered that this was the bag she used when she came out of the airport.

Could it be that it really fell into her bag?

D*mn it...

Margaret felt her mind go blank.

She was at a loss for what she should do. So, she started to have a mini monologue with herself in her mind.

"What should I do?"

"Do I tell Charleston about it?"

"How am I going to tell him?"

"Mr. Limbaugh, I found your nude photo. It had actually been with me all along."

"That's too embarrassing."

"What would happen if I don't say anything?"

If Charleston found out, would he think that she was a pervert?

Even if it was just a baby photo, he was still nude in it!

Margaret suddenly felt her cheeks burning red.

"Hey, hey, hey, Margaret, look at you. He's just a kid here. Why are you getting shy?"

Margaret patted herself on the cheek.

She thought for a moment, but still could not come up with an answer.

She had no choice but to put the photo into her bag. She then shook her head.

When Margaret went downstairs, Lacy and the nanny car arranged by the company were ready for her.

Margaret arrived at the shooting venue with the nanny car.

When she got out of the car, she was still in a trance.

"Margaret, are you okay?" Lacy asked, voice tinged with concern.

Margaret came to her senses and replied, "Yes, yes. Is it my part now?"

"Not yet. Your part is at eleven o'clock."

It was only nine o'clock, which means Margaret could rest for another hour and then do her makeup at ten o'clock.

"Okay." Margaret nodded.

Lacy called for a taxi. As a qualified assistant, she had to inquire about the place Margaret could rest at later.

Margaret was the only one left in the nanny car.

Margaret thought about the photo and felt herself standing at a crossroads again.

In the end, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

It did not take long for the receiver to pick up.

Margaret blurted out, "Mr... Mr. Limbaugh, I found your nude photo!"