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.

pushed me to the ground. Marguerite, do you want both my

her tune the

why didn’t she become an

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

Frederick’s authoritative voice echoed throughout the room. The man stepped

arms, tears falling down

rubbed Yuna’s shoulder, his cold eyes darkly staring at Marguerite. “Is the confrontation you wanted just the panic and anger

and her frightened eyes instantly filled

after

pushed Yuna, he assumed that the

filled with resentment and shaking with anger, her

your timing couldn’t be worse. If you had come ten minutes earlier, you would have

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

defiant look at Marguerite, then turning her pitiful gaze towards the

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

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