Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 24

Frederick stayed mum, but his gaze stayed sharp.

The truth was staring him in the face, so he hurriedly pulled out the documents from the file.

Inside were a lease agreement and two personal information sheets.

One was for an old woman named Laverne.

Before he could look at the other one, he saw a photo in the top left corner of the form.

The person in the photo had bright eyes, a high nose, and a cute little mouth. She looked exactly like Yuna.

Yuna, was really the little girl who saved him in his moment of crisis 15 years ago!

His pupils were shaking, his gaze moved down, and he realized his thumb was covering her name.

He moved his finger slowly, but he didn’t see the name clearly when someone pushed open the study door in a hurry.

‘Mr. Winston, something’s up! The Madame and Ms. Yuna are having a row in the room.”

Frederick looked up, “The Madame?”

“Uh.:. Marguerite.”

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with the woman he

walked towards the door.

eyes were stormy, he

photo, he was already certain that Yuna was the little girl from 15 years ago. If

his assistant, following his instructions, threw

machine hummed, the documents, along

know was, the name on

Yuna were arguing

you in Frederick’s house? He’s my man! My man!” Yuna was shaking

so dizzy from the shaking that she felt like throwing up

word in, Yuna slapped

a loud smack, Marguerite was knocked to the

she felt a

jealous that I’m about to marry into a wealthy family, so you’re scheming to get close to Freddie? Look

and I…”

“Enough!”

fed up, so she raised her voice, pushed Yuna away, walked to the bedside table, and slammed their marriage certificate onto Yuna’s

wife, where else would

names on the paper stung her eyes, and she couldn’t believe what

city hall to

his mystery wife was

fatal blow to

hard to take Marguerite’s place, to build a relationship with Frederick, living in fear and trepidation every day, afraid that Frederick

she hadn’t expected that after all she’d been through, he still brought Marguerite