Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 301

The car shd half a meter in the snow before it came to a halt. Marguente unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out, her ankles sinking into the snow 25 she dashed unevenly towards the mansion’s entrance.

Just as the reached the doorway, a security guard’s arm swiftly blocked her path Ma’am, who are you looking for?

The mansion’s security had changed hands several times, and this guard was new Marguerite didn’t recognize him

I’d like to take a look inside Marguente tried to push past him, but the guard gently pushed her back, his body blocking the entrance as his hand gripped the side railing, effectively blocking her way “Ma’am, this is a private residence You can’t go in!”

Marguente was desperate. “Has the mansion been sold, gr has the owner returned?”

Tm not sure, today is my first day”

Marguente tiptoed to get a better look inside. The Rolls–Royce Cullinan was a fair distance away, and she couldn’t make out the license plate, let alone determine the owner of the car

The guard was growing impatient, “Maam, what exactly are you trying to do?”

Marguerite pointed at the Rolls–Royce Cullinan, “Do you know who owns that car? Is it the same person who owns the house?”

house, how could I possibly know

disappointed, but she didn’t give up. “Have you seen a tall, thin man, very handsome with a mole

fuss here. If you don’t leave. I’ll have to call the

wind. Realizing that she had put him in a difficult position, Marguerite didn’t push. She cast a resentful look at the guard, then reluctantly turned back to her car,

Cullinan, once a rare sight, was now

driving a three–year–old dar. But Marguente couldn’t shake the feeling that Fredenck had returned She couldn’t

still groggy with sleep, answered,

point, “Is Frederick back in the

“How would I know if Mr. Winston is back

Robert Fitzgerald

been in touch for a week. He said he was going to South Africa to find someone. The signal

was wrong

with Frederick Marguerite knew that. If they were

increasingly disappointed. She buried her head in

her once more.

fault that Frederick had to give

like she was nailed to a pillar of shame, even

she want to stir up any