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.

first time, he

sarcastic, yet her words were spot–on,

silence, he released

to me.

brave face, raising her pale face, still

But Mr. Winston, the same goes for you.

away and walked out of

cold, proud silhouette was as

edge, finally relaxed She took deep breaths

used all her strength to

want any more ties with him, so she said the

also cut off the hidden hope in her

when you never had something, you won’t

had happened, bombarded Marguerite with questions. “Did Mr. Winston come to see

of

worse. Enough about me, what’s up with your online date? He’s

He’ll be here

possibly take

Marguente

took a sip of her drink. For some reason, the sweet juice tasted

frowned at Miley, who hadn’t taken off her black mask yet. “Take off the mask, Yuna won’t do anything to

glance at her phone screen, anxiously waiting for a response to her message

deleted it out of nowhere. She finally gave