Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 33

Marguerite was very astonished.

She’d braced herself, expecting Frederick not to buy her story, but still, when the words came out of his mouth, she could hardly swallow it, let alone shake off the feeling of injustice.

Had he accused her right off the bat, blamed her, maybe she wouldn’t feel so choked up as she did now.

But no, he’d stepped up to defend her, not just for her sake but for all the interns. And in the heat of the argument with the bald man, he’d even dropped her name.

She’d thought Frederick had her back, but it turned out she was just fooling herself.

With a defiant glare, Marguerite slammed her tablet onto the desk, “Thanks, but no need.”

“Don’t play high and mighty with me. You cozying up to me was all about the fame and fortune, wasn’t it? Maybe others can’t see through you, but

I can.”

Marguerite turned her head, “So, you’re convinced that I swiped the bracelet, huh?”

Frederick scoffed, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Marguerite’s world was spinning. She’d never felt this way before.

First, she was framed by Yuna, then ended up at the police station. Just when she thought it was all over, Frederick showed up, shaming her without knowing the whole story.

she was asking for

erupted like a volcano, and she couldn’t hold back the tears

don’t you question your girlfriend before you come at me? I work in a place covered with CCTV, there’s no way you can’t find out the truth! Go see for yourself who stole it, me

in tears, Frederick, cold as he was felt a knot

heartbreaking, her sobs filled with sorrow, like a wounded

really

No way!

love of his life couldn’t possibly do such

need to look into

was shaking, her voice filled

course you’d trust her!

candle to her lies.”

lowlife, my

got under

Don’t throw a fit in front of me just because

Marguerite burst into

“Frederick, I never acknowledged myself as

no longer willing to argue with Frederick. As she exited the office, the glass door rattled in her

Frederick was left with a bitter taste in his mouth. He was furious

she was, yelling at him like that

nerve to

dared to be so brash, next time she needed help, he

his anger, when Marguerite left, Frederick felt