Chapter 8

Marguerite’s eyes were wide and bright, filled with panic. “It’s just… just a piece of jewelry I’ve worn since I was a kid.” Frederick looked at the woman beneath him, obviously terrified. His anger was somehow mysteriously fading away.

Why?

He hated being used by women the most, and Marguerite coming to his bed in the middle of the night clearly had an ulterior motive.

But he just couldn’t unleash all his anger towards her,

It was like this in the afternoon, and it’s the same now.

Frederick felt helpless and could only sternly warn her, “Don’t take me for a fool. If you step out of line again, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

The man was intimidating. His hawk–like eyes alone were enough to make her tremble uncontrollably.

Frederick looked at her, his gaze suddenly turning cold and stern. “Do you understand?”

“…Yeah.”

Marguerite was felling uneasy under his gaze. Frederick noticed this and wanted to let her go..

But just as he was about to let go of her, her faint voice came pleading, “Since you’re awake, can you… let me search a little longer? Frederick was speechless.

Did he not make himself clear, or was this woman just too cheeky?

eyes were sincere, her tone urgent.

slightly changed, his grip on her

force made Marguerite tense. She knew she had said too much, but she had

bit her

I beg you…

was touched by Marguerite’s soft voice, like

In the dark, Yuna had also

the same way with

made him realize

and released Marguerite, his

“You have one minute.”

balcony, and lit up a cigar, taking a few

looked at Marguerite,

the pillows and the

nose wide and thick, and she had pimples and

round and bright, as

realized, with her bright eyes, this woman didn’t seem so

his tall figure surrounding the

but faced with

in Frederick’s room. So where

could it

she suddenly turned back and said, “Sir, if you find my

looking for here,” Frederick coldly cut

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