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

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

no! What do I owe you, Frederick? Why don’t you question your girlfriend before you come at me? I work in a

Marguerite in tears, Frederick, cold as he was

face was heartbreaking, her sobs filled with sorrow,

really be

No way!

his life couldn’t

don’t need to look into it. I

shaking, her voice filled

you love, of course

candle to her lies.”

lowlife, my reputation

got under

getting defensive. Don’t throw a fit in

into laughter,

“Frederick, I never acknowledged myself as your wife!

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

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

she think she was, yelling

had the nerve to shout

thought was: if she dared to be so brash, next time she needed help, he wouldn’t

his anger, when Marguerite left, Frederick felt