Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 172

Fredrick’s paranola was stilling, making Marguerite feel suffocated

He was a long standing at the pinnacle of the world, able to manipulate everyone with just a few words. How could the possibly keep track of his every move?

Feeling cornered by him, Marguerite gritted her teeth and tried to remain composed. “Mr. Winston,” she said, her voice calm, “You give me too much credit. Whether or not I know your whereabouts, you’re here, leaving your girlfriend alone waiting. Shouldn’t I interpret it as I am more worthy of your attention than Yuna?”

Marguerite couldn’t find words to refute him, she knew he wouldn’t believe her. She decided to change her tactics and quickly end this standofi

Yet, she realized there was some truth in her words.

If the didn’t mean anything to him, why would he leave Yuns to find her?

Deep down, Marguente knew that this man’s attention had nothing to do with love, it was all about hatred

In fact, his hatred for her surpassed his love for Yuna

Frederick’s eyes locked onto Marguerite, his voice filled with mockery and contempt, “Marguerite, don’t flatter yourself.”

Marguerite held her own, her words sharp and precise, “Mr. Winston, isn’t my self–flattery a product of your Indulgence? Every little thing I do, you get upset. If you cuspect me of ulterior motives, wouldn’t the best course of action be to ignore me?”

Frederick was speechless.

the first time, he felt defeated by

knew she was being sarcastic, yet her words were spot–on, each one hitting him

released Marguerite, his gaze colder than

this, Marguente. You are nothing to me. From now on,

face, raising her pale

the same goes for you.

Marguerite pushed Frederick away

was as

his sight, Marguente, who had been on edge, finally relaxed She took deep

man’s overpowering presence had suffocated Marguente. She had used all her strength to stand up

so she said the

she also cut off the hidden hope in her

only when you never had something, you won’t year

happened, bombarded Marguerite with questions. “Did Mr. Winston come to see you? What did you guys talk about? Did you make up? Tell me!

feeling down, took a few bites of the

well, it got worse. Enough about me, what’s up with

into some unforeseen issues. He’ll be here as soon as he sorts it

could possibly

meet him, Marguente would have

drink. For some reason, the sweet juice tasted

mask

her head, unable to probe further into the gossip. She could only glance at her phone screen, anxiously waiting for a response to her message to

deleted it out of nowhere. She finally gave up and looked