Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend

Chapter 409: She Was Someone Beyond Their Reach

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Margaret felt a little uneasy recently because Julian was no longer the man she knew.

He often teased her. Although she was mentally prepared for those tricks, she still got excited at them.

Julian went on a business trip, so Margaret couldn’t wait to take Riya to go shopping. "Does Julian have a twin brother or a split personality?"

Margaret shared Julian’s unusual behaviors in the past few days with Riya as she walked.

Riya ate the noodles with an indifferent expression.

"I think you are too alert. Julian is a simple guy. He has only one thought."

Riya’s indifferent look surprised Margaret.

She asked nervously, "What’s he thinking about?"

Margaret never felt that Julian was simple.

Since Margaret met Julian, she had not taken him as a simple person.

Riya rolled her eyes at her and said, "Absolutely to sleep with you.

"He wants to have sex with you as much as possible when you are young and naive. It’s like planting. The seeds he sows will take root and shoot up. Then you two will have a baby."

Riya was amused by her own words.

She couldn’t help but burst out laughing, completely ignoring Margaret’s dejected look.

Watching others fall in love was really a happy thing.

Riya was deeply aware that Margaret was an important source of happiness in her life, or she would be unhappy recently.

"Who said I will have a baby with him? That’s nonsense." Margaret pushed Riya away with a red face and walked forward.

As they walked past a baby shop, Margaret could not help but glance at the models in the shop window.

"Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Riya tried to drag Margaret into the store.

Margaret was frightened and quickly broke free. "I have something to do. I’ll go home first."

As she spoke, she ran outside.

Margaret had intended to talk with Riya about Julian, but Riya easily got things going in another direction.

"What’s the matter? Just take a single look."

Seeing Margaret fleeing away, Riya snorted, "Alright. I’ll go myself."

Margaret was not interested, but Riya was.

She could pick maternity clothes for Margaret in the shop and send the clothes over as a gift at the right time.

Thinking of this, Riya put on a proud expression.

"I’m so clever." She thought to herself.

Margaret ran back to the villa. Evan came over to greet her.

"Mrs. Jorgansen, you’re back."

Evan seemed to have something to say. Margaret glanced at the room and whispered, "Is Julian back?"

Evan nodded.

Julian had returned long ago, but he did not ask Evan to call Margaret back.

Margaret coughed lightly and said nervously, "Did he ask you where I was?"

Evan smiled. "Have you forgotten that you took Miss Marley’s car this morning to leave together?"

Margaret did forget that.

"Today is the day of dinner at the old house. Your clothes are ready, Mrs. Jorgansen."

Evan kindly reminded Margaret.

Only then did Margaret recall the rule that all the members of the Jorgansen family had to return to the old mansion for dinner every month.

It was said that the dinner was to strengthen the family bond. To put it bluntly, it offered them a chance to test each other.

Brittany would not lose control of the family property. Although she did not go to the company, the gathering would still be held as usual.

If Julian wanted to do something, the Jorgansens would speak out what they should or should not say at the dinner table.

Margaret rolled her eyes in disgust. The Anderson family was no worse than the Jorgansens. But Margaret had never faced so many rules since childhood.

She had not expected to end up marrying into such a family. She could only blame herself.

"Got it. I’ll go upstairs and change my clothes."

Margaret muttered and slowly went upstairs.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, she saw Julian sitting on the sofa with his head slightly raised. He was working with a tablet in his hands.

Hearing the door open, he looked at Margaret.

"You’re back!"

Margaret pursed her lips, nodded silently, and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

"Did you go out to buy anything?"

Usually, when Margaret went out shopping, she would bring back a bed of goods she bought.

But she came back empty-handed today, which was a rare case. Julian was wondering if she was unhappy.

Margaret did not think much about his question. Whatever he asked, she would just casually reply. "I didn’t find anything I like. Shopping is boring."

When she was not allowed to use much money, Margaret felt that everything she saw was worth buying. She felt mistreated as a descendant of a wealthy family.

Now she had a lot of money. She could buy a building if she wanted.

But she didn’t feel happy.

She failed to cherish what she could easily obtain.

"Alright, I’ll get someone to send you the pictures of the season’s most popular clothes. You can pick it online. You don’t have to go out."

It made Julian uncomfortable when he saw Margaret covered in sweat.

Margaret rolled her eyes to show her contempt for Julian’s words.

Margaret was not moved by Julian. She knew from the novels what a rich macho would do.

"You know nothing about shopping. It’s a lot of fun. To bring back what you bought by your own hands will give you a great sense of accomplishment."

Julian gazed at her to see that she was happy and serious about what she said.

He then replied, "Up to you."

In fact, he had never seen her bringing things back with her own hands.

She would call someone to take things home by car every time.

Margaret grunted and went into the bathroom.

After taking a shower and changing into the prepared clothes, she looked at Julian.

"Shall I prepare some gifts for your family?"

After all, when she "suffered the miscarriage," those aunts and grannies almost filled her room with supplements.

It was not appropriate for her to visit them empty-handed.

"No need. They don’t lack anything."

Julian saw Margaret approaching. He put down the things in his hands, stood up, and pulled her into his arms.

Margaret blushed at his sudden action and said in a low voice, "It’s not dark yet." Julian lowered his head and smiled at her blushing face.

He leaned over and whispered, "I didn’t mean to do anything. Why are you so nervous? What are you expecting?"

"No. I’m not expecting anything. I’m not nervous!"

Margaret quickly covered her face and retorted.

"I am a simple and pure girl. I won’t expect anything!" Margaret thought to herself.

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The Jorgansens’ old mansion covered the entire mountain, with several separate rooms built in different styles.

The master room, which was surrounded by the other rooms, was occupied by Brittany. The rooms looked as if they were one, as magnificent as a continuous mountain.

The house was like a palace in Far City.

Margaret would roll her eyes every time she saw it.

The Jorgansens were not fabulous people, but they had built a fabulous mansion.

Those who didn’t know about them would see them as overlords of the region.

"It’s a nice place. No wonder you occupied the entire mountain."

To buy a mountain was such a big move. The Jorgansens were overbearing and no good.

Julian squinted, smiled faintly, and said nothing.

For aristocratic families like the Jorgansens, it was common to pass down some superstitious beliefs.

The mountain was said to bring good luck. So, the Jorgansens spent a lot of money on it.

Then the house was built to protect the descendants of the Jorgansens.

But now it appeared that the mountain had not brought much luck.

Although the Jorgansens were rich, their disappointing descendants didn’t seem blessed by God.

"It’s good that you don’t like it. We won’t live here."

Julian’s words surprised Margaret.

"Didn’t you say that all the descendants of the Jorgansens would have to live here?"

Since Julian was the heir, he might move here sooner or later.

There was nothing wrong with this place, but it was always unreasonable to build a house that was too big.

Margaret preferred the liveliness of the city. However, some uncles refused to leave the mansion. It seemed as if they would be the future masters of the Jorgansens if they lived here.

"Since we inherited the family property, you are the one to make decisions here. You can decide where to live."

Julian was calm as he looked at the mansion. He showed no desire or affection for the building.

He really did not like this place. Although he grew up here, the grass and trees here had never made him reluctant to leave.

Margaret looked up and down and frowned.

She muttered shyly, "I’m no more than a hostess. You are the one to make decisions."

Julian lowered his head and looked at her. A hint of love appeared in his dark eyes.

He said in a low voice with a faint smile, "Go in."

Julian’s voice crossed above Margaret’s head.

His gentle voice stirred up a strange itch on her forehead. Then she felt the warmth on the back of her hand. Julian grabbed her wrist with his big hands and pulled her into his arms.

Margaret followed Julian in a daze.

She used to hate the Jorgansens and felt that none of them was nice. She was not happy with the marriage.

Later, she felt that Julian was a miserable person.

He had not experienced much fun since birth. He was just a tool for the family.

As the heir of the household, he had to be careful, as if he would be doomed if he took the wrong step.

Margaret looked at the tall figure in front of her and suddenly asked, "Julian, did you marry me because I am a daughter of the Andersons? My family can support you so that you won’t be mistreated."

Margaret thought he married her for this kind of tempting benefit.

Julian was walking in front but he suddenly stopped.

Julian turned around and gave her a meaningful look.

A second before Julian could speak a word, Margaret smiled and said, "Don’t worry. I am your wife and you are my man. I won’t take your property for free. You will be under my protection in the future. No one can bully you."

The Andersons could never be pushed around.

Julian was stunned and stared at Margaret, who was wearing a confident smile.

After looking carefully at her face, he nodded with a smile. "Alright!"

Margaret was very satisfied with the "well-behaved" Julian.

Julian shared his assets with her, so she should share his difficulties.

They two were familiar with each other. They could also be considered friends. Since life was not easy for Julian, Margaret had the obligation to protect him.

After all, she’s a miss of the Anderson family.

Margaret patted Julian on the shoulder with a sense of duty. She held and slightly pressed his hands.

"Let’s go. I’ll show them my strength."

Julian had never lived in the mansion, despite his identity as the heir.

It was obvious that the Jorgansens had never treated Julian as a true heir from the very beginning.

Julian was not so much the last resort after Marcos’s accident as the family’s puppet.

It was just that no one had expected the puppet to have its own thoughts. They didn’t know Julian would unite the Andersons in River City.

The persons in power in the Jorgansen Group were very anxious. A puppet with enough power was not something they could control.

They were more likely to lose everything if they were not careful in this game of thrones.

Those anxious people were anxious to test the effect of the marriage.

Margaret knew that every meal in the Jorgansen family was not simple.

The moment she appeared, she would become the focus of the entire family.

A new bride was just a new member of the big family.

And quite a few daughters of eminent families married into the Jorgansens.

However, Margaret was someone beyond their reach.

No one expected Julian, who had not been recognized as the heir, would marry the daughter of the Andersons.

Moreover, the appearance of Orlenna and Bruce proved one thing.

That was, the Andersons fully supported Julian, whose leadership remained secure for the moment.

This fact taught the Jorgansens a lesson.

It was necessary to marry into a prosperous family.

"Margaret, you’re here."

As soon as Margaret entered, Sophie came over and warmly held Margaret’s arm, as if they were long-lost sisters.

Margaret was not used to it, so she pulled her hand out. Then she politely said hello and asked, "Am I late?"

"No. You came just in time."

Sophie didn’t notice Margaret’s alienation and still smiled warmly.

Sophie moved closer to Margaret and said, "Jessie has been waiting for you for the whole day. There will be a good play today."

Margaret was confused when she saw Sophie’s significant smile. Margaret frowned and went to look for Jessie in the room...