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.

really think she was asking

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

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

he was felt a knot in

heartbreaking, her sobs filled with

really

No way!

couldn’t possibly do such

to look into it. I

was shaking, her voice filled with

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

candle to her lies.”

just some lowlife, my reputation can’t

words got under Frederick’s

calm down, stop getting defensive. Don’t throw a fit in

burst into laughter, but it

I never acknowledged myself as your wife!

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

a bitter taste in his mouth. He was furious but

did she think she was, yelling at him like

had the nerve to shout

to be so brash, next time

when Marguerite