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

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

released Marguerite, his gaze

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

put on a brave face, raising her pale

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

Marguerite pushed Frederick away and walked out of the

proud silhouette was as composed

on edge, finally relaxed She took deep breaths to calm her

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

ties with him, so she said the harshest,

cut

you never had something, you won’t

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

took a few bites of the

go well, it got worse. Enough about me, what’s up with your online date? He’s been late for quite a

be here

could possibly

she didn’t agree to meet him, Marguente would have dragged Miley

took a sip of her drink. For some reason,

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

into the gossip. She could only glance at her phone screen, anxiously waiting for

of nowhere. She