Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 57

Yuna suddenly screamed, her body briefly airborne before crashing hard on the ground.

Debris was scattered around, some embedded in her arm and thigh, but the injury was not serious, only a little fresh blood was seeping out of her elbow.

Yuna’s smug satisfaction quickly turned into anger, her eyes blazing red as she opened her mouth to scold, “Marguerite.”

Her words abruptly stopped because Marguerite, standing in front of her, looked shocked, her eyes incredulously fixed on the doorway behind her.

Yuna slowly turned her head, casting a sidelong glance, and sure enough, she saw Frederick standing in the doorway.

She immediately shed a couple of tears, covered her elbow, and started sobbing.

“You’re so ruthless! Why did you push me? It was bad enough that you copied my work, but money and my life?”

Marguerite was taken aback.

ground. Marguerite, do you want

saying? Did she change her tune the moment she realized

good, why didn’t she become

no shame? Who plagiarized whom, and why would I push you? Don’t you know what’s really going

the room. The man stepped

threw herself into Frederick’s arms, tears falling down

shoulder, his cold eyes darkly staring at Marguerite. “Is the confrontation you wanted just

her frightened eyes instantly filled

anger after

he assumed that the plagiarism was

with resentment and shaking with anger, her words becoming jumbled:

you had come ten minutes earlier, you

all I saw was you pushing her.” Frederick’s

Frederick’s arms, shooting a defiant look at Marguerite, then turning her pitiful gaze towards

work, really. I’m a bit upset, but I don’t want to make a

refuted the accusations too many times, but no one was willing to believe her.