Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 77

“Frederick, can I have a word?” Yuna Lockwood cautiously stepped forward, reaching out to lightly grasp the sleeve of Frederick Winston’s suit.

The look on Frederick’s face immediately darkened, and he coldly shook off her hand.

Marguerite Lockwood had just had an altercation with Yuna, and her anger was still simmering.

She knew that despite Frederick’s recent aid, it didn’t mean that their relationship would change substantially.

Frederick had never acknowledged her as his wife, and in three months, he would divorce her and marry Yuna.

This was an unchangeable fact.

Marguerite knew her predicament. Now that Yuna had came to him, the dispute between her and Frederick was their business.

She had no obligation to intervene.

Lifting her head, Marguerite found an excuse to leave. “The patent for Polar Radiance perfume needs to be resubmitted today, I need to check on it at the company. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way. You two can continue your chat.”

Frederick’s face immediately darkened, but before he could say anything, Marguerite had already turned to leave.

Seeing this, Yuna hastily clung to Frederick’s arm, pleading in a low voice:

“Frederick, please, just hear me out. I’ll leave as soon as I’ve said my piece, I swear…”

around them was

wanting their dispute to become public, Frederick had no choice

this, Yuna quickly hopped into the

say, just say it.” Frederick’s

into a corner by Marguerite. How could I have ended up working as a fitting model in that store if it wasn’t for

they seemed yesterday. That perfume was

to be a deep green. Marguerite’s light

managed to convince the judges, and now everyone online is bashing me, painting me as the villain. Frederick, I feel

left. Can

breath hitched

front of him, Frederick

creator of the perfume is

made a point to smell the perfume that Yuna and Marguerite

only

said, to Frederick, it all

to justify herself, Frederick’s disgust only

couldn’t help but wonder, if Yuna couldn’t produce the scent of the Polar

tightened on the steering wheel, and turning to Yuna, he suddenly asked,

taken aback, her body going limp

she slipped up, revealing something to

he asking her

was so frightened that she forgot to shed tears. She sniffled and put on an innocent

have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t remember what Marguerite looked like when we were kids,

Marguerite undergone

mulled over this in silence, eventually discarding the