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.

an arrogant

numerous times, did he think he

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of soda water from the fridge and stood by the floor–to–ceiling

figure crossed the road and

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

pointed to the

his eyes

she was

was she in a luxury

to the window, following the

everyone below

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

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

two high–powered binoculars from the bookshelf and handed them to Frederick, “Check who that is. Who’s got the nerve to

Robert’s urgency, Frederick

should he care who picked up Marguerite?

wouldn’t do such

wife of infidelity, how could he sit back and do

No way.

had to

in mind, Frederick grabbed the binoculars and started scanning the

come to report work saw the most unforgettable

men, each nearly two meters tall, each with a pair of binoculars, slightly bent over, their faces almost