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

numerous times,

#

Robert grabbed a bottle of soda water from the fridge and

figure crossed the road and

and quickly reported to Frederick,

pointed to the scene outside the

fluttered and his eyes

say she

was she in a luxury

up and walked to the window, following the

25th floor CEO’s office, everyone below

wearing a baseball cap, making

expression. His eyes were as sharp as

binoculars from the bookshelf and handed them to Frederick, “Check who that is. Who’s got the nerve to flirt with your wife?!”

Robert’s urgency, Frederick felt even more

care who picked up Marguerite? It felt like he

do such a humiliating

wife of infidelity,

No way.

to find

grabbed the

report work saw

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