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.

woman saying? Did she change her tune the

why didn’t she become an

“Yuna, have you no shame? Who plagiarized whom, and why would I push you? Don’t you know

echoed throughout the room. The man stepped forward, bending down to

Frederick’s arms,

cold eyes darkly staring at Marguerite. “Is the

her nose prickled, and her frightened eyes instantly

after being

he assumed that the plagiarism was her doing?

filled with resentment and shaking

had come ten minutes

was you pushing her.” Frederick’s gaze was calm, but enough to frighten anyone.

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

never copied her work, really. I’m a bit upset, but I don’t want to make

accusations too many