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.

was to snatch Yuna’s loved ones, Marguerite didn’t need to

be pretending to

became. He glanced at the time, it

woman should be at the company

Where the hell did she

of smoke, annoyed, when someone’s soft hands

“Freddie, I’ve missed you.”

Yuna was rubbing against his

got raspier as he felt

flicked off the

voice was flat but carried

hear him ask, “Did Marguerite tell you

Marguerite? Marguerite again!

of that woman

for years. Marguerite made her this way, Freddie.

to wipe her

just found her even

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

have anything else to do with me other than complaining

stiffly, “I just don’t want you to be deceived. Plus, now that Granny and

gaze was deep and detached, “If you cared so much about your Granny, why didn’t you take the initiative to pick her

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.”