The Devil Himself

"She likes you, but you already know that." Marigold had turned to Jenny for help because she most definitely had already told Gilbert about how she felt but was faced with his rejection.

Gilbert scoffed. "Likes me? Who knows if it's a trap set by the Wagners? They've always done underhanded things to achieve their goals."

Were the Wagners that pathetic? Before Jenny could think of a reason, Alec walked over. "That's not right of you to say, Gilbert. Who hasn't done underhanded things in the business world? And that includes you."

Marigold stood next to Alec, her eyes reddened. Evidently, she had heard Gilbert's words.

"I quite forgot that you're close with the Wagners, Mr. Faust, especially with Paul Wagner. People even say that you're like brothers. Of course you'd stick up for them," Gilbert said sarcastically. His words implied that he turned up his nose at the Wagners, and now, even Alec.

Alec didn't deny it and said, "So what if we're close? Do you have something to say?"

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