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

a volcano, and she couldn’t hold back the

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

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

was heartbreaking, her sobs filled with

it really

No way!

couldn’t possibly do

to look into it. I

was shaking, her voice

she’s the one you love, of course you’d trust her! You’re so damn blind!

candle to her lies.”

my reputation

got under Frederick’s

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

that, Marguerite burst into laughter, but it

“Frederick, I never acknowledged

Frederick. As she exited the office,

Frederick was left with a bitter taste in his mouth. He was furious but he couldn’t help but hurl the tablet at the

think she was, yelling at him like that in Stonebridge

the nerve to

brash, next time she needed

his anger, when Marguerite