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

times, did he

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his head, Robert grabbed a bottle of soda water from the fridge and stood by the floor–to–ceiling window to

familiar figure crossed the road and headed straight

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

to the scene outside

fluttered and his

say she was going

she in a luxury

walked to the window, following the

CEO’s office, everyone below looked tiny like dust, but Frederick recognized

out of the driver’s seat of a BMW. This person was wearing

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 flirt

Frederick felt even more

Marguerite? It felt like he cared about

wouldn’t do such

of infidelity, how could he

No way.

had to find

the

Chuck who had come to report work saw the most

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