Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 83

Marguerite was still pissed, she even skipped breakfast and hopped on a bus to work.

She wanted to avoid any direct contact with Frederick, his very sight was irritating.

She buried herself in work until Frederick arrived at the CEO’s office.

Even though the development of Polar Radiance perfume was on track, she didn’t have a lot on her plate.

But to avoid Frederick, Marguerite kept herself busy even when there was nothing to do, trying to give off a “I’m so busy, don’t disturb” vibe.

Robert Fitzgerald, who was there to counsel Frederick, could easily see the tension between the two. There was no need to be a rocket scientist to figure out they had a row.

He wanted to mediate but seeing both were pissed at each other, he knew any meddling would only backfire, so he decided to back off for now.

By noon, a text message from Miley gave Marguerite a glimmer of hope.

When she finally had a valid excuse to leave, with a simple, “I’m going to eat,” she got up and left the office in a hurry, without even looking back.

Watching Marguerite’s retreating figure, Robert couldn’t help but ask, “Your lovely wife is mad, why don’t you apologize?”

Frederick’s long fingers were quickly tapping on the keyboard, and he scoffed, “What’s it to me?”

Robert rolled his eyes.

what an arrogant

been stealing glances at her numerous times, did he

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soda water from

window, a familiar figure crossed the road and headed straight for

the figure, swallowed hard, and quickly reported to Frederick, “Frederick, your wife seems to have gotten into

pointed to the

fluttered and his

say she was going to

she in a luxury

to the window,

office, everyone below looked tiny like dust, but Frederick recognized

this moment, someone stepped out of the driver’s seat of a BMW. This person was wearing a baseball cap, making it difficult

lips, his white teeth bared in a menacing expression. His eyes were as sharp as a cheetah’s, locked onto Marguerite, piercing

bookshelf and handed them to Frederick, “Check who that is.

Robert’s urgency, Frederick felt

who picked up Marguerite? It felt

wouldn’t do such a humiliating

as a CEO, suspecting his wife of infidelity, how

No way.

to

this in mind, Frederick grabbed the binoculars

who had come to report work saw the most unforgettable scene of his

each with a pair of binoculars, slightly bent over, their