Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 255

A flashy yellow sports car arrogantly halted in front of the shop. From the driver’s seat, Robert, dressed in a sicck black leather jacket, got out with an air of cool defiance.

He was the sole proprietor of the shop, but in order to escape his father’s control, he kept a low profile, hence the shop wasn’t named after him.

It was a hub for him and his wealthy friends who were passionate about cars. The rich and the reckless gathered there.

And because of this, ICE Auto Shop had the most comprehensive network of wealthy families in Stonebridge City.

If you were smart, if you knew how to network, you could learn anything you wanted to know in less than a day at ICE.

Entering the lobby, several of these rich kids were lounging around on the sofas, some playing video games, some flirting with girls,

Seeing Robert walk in, Wade Charles, the heir to the Charles Group, abruptly stood up and blocked Robert’s path with a mischievous smirk. “Mr. Fitzgerald, you’ve been away from the shop for too long! If you don’t come around more often, I might just claim it as my own!”

Robert gave him a cool glance, “You’re dreaming, Wade. Where’s Kent?”

in there

mechanic of the shop, not only skilled in car repairs, but also in fixing various mechanical parts. Marguerite’s phone

this, Robert immediately headed for the stairs, but Wade

“What now?”

rich kids behind him,

some news about your family. I heard from my dad that Hackett

Robert’s eyebrows twitched, “And?”

Robert’s

too late! Robert didn’t seem to be fazed, “I’d actually like to meet this alleged sister of mine. If she wants to

family fortune. He did have a sister, but she mysteriously disappeared shortly after birth. The Fitzgerald family had been searching for her for twenty-two years without any

all the car enthusiasts in Stonebridge City, partly in

is second only to the Winstons! You’re willing to give all that money to a sister you’ve

“Money isn’t that important to

slapped his forehead and blurted, “You’re a fool! An absolute

off, and

fortune was secondary. His main concern was his mother’s melancholy over their

day his sister was born, it was also his sixth birthday. He had been so excited that he had left his birthday cake untouched and

prematurely and was frail and weak. She lay in the incubator with her eyes closed, but her little mouthing movements as if she wanted to drink milk, were etched deeply

clearly going to

so enamored with her that he put his own bracelet on her small ankle. The bracelet had a small lock that could only be opened with a