Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 9

Marguerite turned around and looked up to see Frederick in his loose black robe, looking down at her like a king.

“What’s up?” Marguerite asked, her tone icy.

“I don’t know how you managed to become my wife, but I hope you understand, a woman like you will never have any relation with me. So, three months from now, I hope you can divorce me on time.”

What’s her status? What kind of status does she have?

Marguerite couldn’t stand Frederick’s high and mighty attitude. Did he think he was a king just because he had some money?

Compared to Frederick, they were indeed from different worlds. But even though she was of low status, she didn’t belittle herself.

So, she straightened up and said fearlessly, “Mr. Winston, I believe neither of us wants to have any relation with the other. Goodbye.”

With that, Marguerite left Frederick with a thin but proud back.

Marguerite’s indifference made Frederick’s face darken, his mood becoming more irritable.

Who did she think she was, acting all high and mighty? She was so brazen to sneak into his room last night.

What a pretentious woman.

Marguerite left Sapphire Valley Estates and walked a long way to find a bus stop.

She had completed the task given by the mysterious person, and now the most important thing was to go to the hospital to see if her grandmother had started treatment.

She soon arrived at Stonebridge Memorial Hospital and ran into a nurse as she entered the ward.

The nurse looked at Marguerite and asked, “Are you a relative of Laverne?”

Marguerite nodded, “Yes.”

“Her condition is very serious, and she missed the best treatment time. She’s been unconscious. The subsequent treatment will take a long time, prepare yourself.”

pale at the news and cautiously asked, “About

the cost, someone

the heavy burden in Marguerite’s heart

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this mysterious person? Just because she married Frederick, this

a long time but couldn’t figure out the

who paid for

nurse shook her head, “I don’t know, and I don’t have the right

Marguerite gave up asking.

was so secretive that even Marguerite didn’t know who he or she was, let alone letting others

existence.

only wait for this mysterious person

with the nurse anymore but turned around and walked into the ward, sitting by the bed to massage Laverne’s hands

getting worse. If she didn’t move her hands and feet, her muscles

was busy and sweaty–when a sharp and harsh voice came,

looked back, and it

gaze and continued to massage

Frederick, a man of great wealth, and was about to become the mistress of the Winston

pride and couldn’t wait to

that much?” Yuna walked in with her high

But you can’t blame others. If you

and she looked

done? If so,

more arrogant, “This mask really suits

the same face as me. You’re such a

up and looked down on her, “What on earth

were twins and looked very similar,

and her

when their parents took Yuna to the countryside to visit Laverine, many villagers

then, Yuna had

did, Yuna always wanted

good news with you!” Yuna was

and then turned around to continue