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

times, did he

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of soda water from the fridge and stood

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

and quickly reported to Frederick, “Frederick, your wife seems to have gotten into a luxury

the

eyelids fluttered and his eyes

she say she was going

was she in a

up and walked to the window,

floor CEO’s office, everyone below looked

a BMW. This person was wearing a baseball

in a menacing expression. His eyes were as

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

urgency, Frederick felt even

he care who picked up Marguerite? It felt like he

do such a

his wife of infidelity, how could he sit

No way.

to find

this in mind, Frederick grabbed the

to report work saw

each nearly two meters tall, each with a pair of binoculars, slightly bent over, their faces almost sticking to the glass window,