Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 96

Meanwhile, at the Winston Group.

Decked in a black body conscious dress and clutching a Hermes bag, Yuna strutted into the CEO’s office.

She was here today to show Marguerite her mettle. After yesterday’s drama, she was convinced Frederick must be fed up with Marguerite.

In contrast, she had given quite the performance last night. Her apparent concern for Laverne’s health and her filial piety were all on full display. Frederick had to be impressed by her.

The office was empty except for Frederick, who was sitting on the couch with crossed legs and engrossed in a document.

Yuna saw an opportunity. She promptly took a seat next to him.

“Freddie, you must be beat from running around for Granny yesterday. Let me give you a massage.”

Saying so, she gently gripped Frederick’s shoulders, starting to knead them.

Frederick stiffened slightly, closing the document in displeasure.

He dodged Yuna’s touch, stood up, and lit a cigarette by the floor–to–ceiling window.

His bodyguard had just called. He said that Marguerite had taken Laverne back to the mansion. Before leaving, she left after a lot of chatter with the servants. That woman really seemed to care about Laverne.

she wanted was to snatch Yuna’s loved ones, Marguerite didn’t need to be this

pretending to care to win

thought, the more irked he became. He glanced at the time, it was already

woman should be at

Where

ring of smoke, annoyed, when someone’s soft hands cupped his waist from

“Freddie, I’ve missed you.”

that Yuna was rubbing against

got raspier as he felt

the ash,

flat but carried a tone of suppression

to hear him ask, “Did Marguerite tell you when

Marguerite? Marguerite again!

was he still thinking of that

this way, Freddie. If she hadn’t hidden Granny, worsening her condition, she wouldn’t have suffered this much. Now she has finally recovered, but

finishing, Yuna even pretended to wipe her eyes, as

her even more

back. It was not something honorable. It made her almost

have anything else to do with me other than complaining

you to be deceived. Plus, now that Granny and Marguerite are living

you cared so much about your Granny, why didn’t you take the

say. She shifted her gaze and tried to feign a suave tone, “So can

“Whatever makes you happy.”