Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 67

A bunch of missed calls, but Marguerite didn’t pick up a single one.

She had put her phone on silent to avoid distractions before the morning fragrance match. Therefore, she didn’t hear the ringtone at all.

But those missed calls were ancient history now, and Marguerite didn’t feel the need to return them.

She knew for sure that Frederick was trying to tell her something.

Frederick, Yuna’s lover, what else could he do apart from defending Yuna?

Marguerite didn’t feel like stirring up trouble.

She had checked out several motels, but they all seemed too pricey. So, left with no choice, she took the last bus back to the office and decided to crash on the office couch.

The late spring and early summer nights were a bit chilly, and Marguerite felt a little cold. She curled up, hugging herself, feeling lonely and desolate.

She rubbed her hands constantly, but it didn’t chase away the chill.

So, she got up to find a paper cup and fumbled to pour herself a cup of hot coffee to warm her hands.

Suddenly, the lights in the CEO’s office came on, and Marguerite blinked in surprise as Robert walked in, looking astonished.

“What are you doing here? Do you know Frederick’s been looking everywhere for you?”

Marguerite was stunned, the warm steam from the cup in her hands bringing some warmth back to her face and hands.

“He’s looking for me?”

“He thought you were in danger because you weren’t answering your phone!” Robert said, taking out his phone. “I’m calling him back now. He’s worried sick and was about to call the cops!”

phone on silent.”

worried

Robert had

quietly on the phone, “Marguerite’s been found. Call off the police. Do you want me to take her home for you, or will you come and pick

Marguerite wanted to hear what Robert

about her. That piqued

stood at the doorway. In the

“Where was she?”

office. She said her phone was silent, and

I shouldn’t have bothered looking for her. She can

was so piercing that Robert immediately moved his phone a little further

today. It’s

words to vent his frustration. “I should apologize to her? Was she worth

Marguerite was stunned.

Was she worth it?

Ha.

She wasn’t! Yuna was!

was ignited, and she pushed the door open, raising her voice at

I don’t need his apology and won’t return to Sapphire Valley Estates. I don’t want anything to

frozen

Marguerite show

hear everything Frederick

her I don’t need to apologize to her. Even if she

she retorted, “Mr. Fitzgerald, you can tell him that whether I

with a “click,” Frederick decisively

stood still like a statue, looking at his phone screen, then at Marguerite, completely

going on? Why were they

gave Robert a resentful glance, turned around, and left the lounge, shaking with anger as

you

man came out of the lounge, about to patiently