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.

he felt

yet her words were spot–on, each one hitting him where it

he released Marguerite, his gaze colder than

You are nothing to me. From now on,

put on a brave face, raising her pale face,

out. But Mr. Winston, the same goes for you. I believe we both don’t

Marguerite pushed Frederick away

was as composed

edge, finally relaxed She took deep breaths to calm

Marguente. She had used all her strength to stand up to him, not wanting to appear

with him, so she said the harshest, most infuriating things she could

pushed him away, she also cut off the hidden hope in her

you never had something, you won’t year for

with questions. “Did Mr. Winston come to see you? What did you guys talk

few bites of the fish that had

didn’t go well, it got worse. Enough about me, what’s up with your online date?

unforeseen issues. He’ll be here as soon

could possibly take so

she didn’t agree to meet him, Marguente

a sip of her drink. For some reason, the

who hadn’t taken off her black mask yet. “Take off the

to probe further into the gossip. She could only glance at her phone screen, anxiously waiting

deleted it out of nowhere. She finally gave