Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 292

Meanwhile, Maurice took a phone call and left the den, with Marguerite left standing there for what felt like an eternity. By the time she decided to leave, her legs had already given way to exhaustion

She walked aimlessly out of the study, only to find that the entire mansion was deserted, save for the omnipresent security staff.

Powell was not home, and even Jocelyn and Lisette were gone. Presumably, Maurice had sent them all away

Marguerite stood at the entrance of the mansion, staring at the concrete driveway leading away from the lavish property, a wave of uncertainty washing over her

In the span of an hour, her life had taken a dramatic tum.

Returning to her former home, Sapphire Valley Estates, was no longer an option. With her grandma gone, she was left wondering where her home was

Just then, a McLaren pulled up in front of Marguente, revealing Maurice’s smug face. Marguerite ignored him, walking past the car and heading towards the road.

The McLaren kept pace with her, Maunce’s magnetic voice ringing in her ears, “Marguerite, don’t be stubborn. You think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

Marguerite stopped in her tracks, and the McLaren came to a halt behind her

Maurice stepped out of the car and stood in front of Marguente, his command crisp and clear, “Get in the car”

mere two seconds of staring into Maurice’s eyes, she decided to

ran to the ends of the

where Maurice was taking her, but at this point, it didn’t

difference did it make where she

up in a gated

previously, and she had visited once when she had

then, Maurice was

word, he beat her to it, “Give birth to the baby, and III let you

desire to converse with this manipulative man dwindling to nothing. She walked into the mansion and slammed the

maid named Nadine showed Marguerite to a room that overlooked the sea Standing on the balcony, she

honzon.

center of the balcony, the wind causing her hair to dance around as her

just like her life, with no

turned,

her thoughts

remember falling asleep, and upon waking the next

there was a knock on her door. It was Nadine, standing at the door with a massive suitcase, ‘Ms. Lockwood, the master had

was taken aback, “He let

Nadine paused, “Who?”