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”

suspicion, but after a mere two seconds of staring into Maurice’s eyes, she decided to

if she ran to the ends

was taking her,

difference did it

silent, the McLaren eventually pulling up in a gated community known as

Maurice had lived previously, and she had visited once when she had

then, Maurice was

glance but before she could utter a word, he beat her to it,

her desire to converse with this manipulative

Standing on the balcony, she could see the shimmering waves stretching out

honzon.

stood in the center of the balcony, the wind causing her hair

like

long. Marguerite tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

her thoughts

upon waking the next day, she had no desire to

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

aback, “He let you

Nadine paused, “Who?”