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 for

she

you come at me? I work in a place covered with CCTV, there’s no way you can’t find out the

Marguerite in tears, Frederick, cold as he was felt

sobs filled with sorrow,

it really be

No way!

love of his life couldn’t

don’t need to look into

shaking, her voice

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

candle to her lies.”

lowlife, my reputation can’t

words got under Frederick’s

getting defensive. Don’t throw a fit in front of me just because you’re

that, Marguerite burst into laughter, but it was

acknowledged

to argue with Frederick. As she exited the office, the glass door rattled

bitter taste in his mouth. He was furious but he couldn’t help but hurl the

she think she was, yelling at him like

nerve

to be so brash, next time she needed help, he wouldn’t lift

his anger, when Marguerite left, Frederick