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.

they really think she was asking

a volcano, and she

Why 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!

as he was felt

face was heartbreaking, her sobs filled with sorrow,

really

No way!

of his life couldn’t possibly do

look into it. I trust

her voice filled with

you love, of course you’d trust her! You’re so damn blind!

candle to her lies.”

lowlife, my reputation

words got under

stop getting defensive. Don’t throw a fit in front of me

that, Marguerite burst into

“Frederick, I never acknowledged myself as your

stormed out, no longer willing to argue with Frederick. As she exited the

bitter taste in his mouth. He

she think she was, yelling at him like that in Stonebridge

nerve

be so brash, next time

his anger, when Marguerite left, Frederick