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.

Yuna’s loved ones, Marguerite didn’t

pretending to care to win

more irked he became. He glanced at the

at the company

Where the hell

a ring of smoke, annoyed, when someone’s

“Freddie, I’ve missed you.”

that Yuna was rubbing against his

breathing got raspier as he felt

off the ash,

flat but carried a

retracted her arms, only to hear him ask, “Did Marguerite tell you when

Marguerite? Marguerite again!

still thinking of that woman

whisked away my grandma behind our backs and we searched for her for years. Marguerite made her this way, Freddie. If she hadn’t hidden Granny, worsening her condition,

wipe her eyes, as if she was

just found her even

women who badmouthed others behind their back. It was not something honorable. It made her almost a

you have anything else to do with me other

be deceived. Plus, now that Granny and Marguerite are

your Granny, why didn’t you take the initiative to pick her up from

nothing to say. She shifted her gaze and tried to feign a suave tone, “So can I visit Granny at the mansion tomorrow? You’ll let me go, won’t you, Frederick?”

“Whatever makes you happy.”