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

had no choice but to lead her to the

Yuna quickly hopped into the passenger

anything you wanna say, just say

you care about me at all? I’m being backed into a corner by Marguerite. How could I have

expect you to believe me, but things aren’t what they seemed yesterday. That perfume was my design, and

the beginning, the perfume was meant to be a deep green. Marguerite’s light green perfume was a modification of my

managed to convince the judges, and now everyone online is bashing

Can

breath hitched with

the crying woman in front of him, Frederick felt nothing but

the perfume is

a point to smell the perfume that Yuna and

still only

Yuna said, to Frederick, it all

attempted to justify herself, Frederick’s disgust

the scent of the Polar Radiance

on the steering wheel, and turning to Yuna, he

taken aback, her

up, revealing

was he asking her this all of

that she forgot to shed tears. She sniffled and

about. I don’t remember what Marguerite looked like when we were kids, I only remember that the first time

Marguerite undergone

over this in silence, eventually discarding