Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 179

Meanwhile, at the Winston Group, Frederick received a text from Chuck

Mr. Winston, Marguente is awake. After the last IV drip for her inflammation, she can go home.

Upon reading it, he felt frustrated and didn’t reply. Instead, he got up and began to smoke by the floor–to–celling window.

Without Marguerite, the CEO’s office felt desolate. The flower room upstairs had also been neglected for a while.

A few days ago, he went up to check. The corgi and the parrot were both whimpering in protest.

Suddenly, the glass door of the CEO’s office was forcefully swung open by someone.

Frederick turned his head to see Robert storming in with an angry face. He slammed a thick envelope onto the table, “I missed a date to retrieve these blasted photos for you! I went to the restaurant, found you not there, and my online girlfriend wasn’t there either! What on earth is in this? You owe me an explanation!”

Frederick extinguished his cigarette and turned around. He picked up the envelope with photos, weighing it in his hand it was quite heavy, like a stack of cards.

“Pictures of Yuna when she was little. There’s also one of her and me together on her birthday.”

widened in

to get pictures of Yuna? Frederick, I was meeting Smiley to investigate her for

That woman who was investigating

a good look at the audacious woman today, but unexpectedly ran

had tried his best to ignore

control himself, he took her to the hospital, completely forgetting that he still had an important matter to attend to

this woman always manage to disrupt

“Did you meet her?”

bottle of soda from the fridge and

Frederick, next time, can you prioritize your tasks better? What’s more

goodbye! I wanted to tell you where Smiley was, so you could keep her occupied. But you didn’t even answer my phone! Now she’s

envelope, his voice steady as ever,

paused, “Hurt… she got hurt? Did you just take her

“Yes.”

if he wanted to drink but

If it’s Marguerite, I

me for Marguerite, but

snorted coldly, “No reason. I just can’t