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?”

owns the house, how could I possibly know

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

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

Realizing that she had put him in a difficult position, Marguerite didn’t push.

sight, was now quite common

Winston’s character, he wouldn’t be driving a three–year–old dar. But Marguente couldn’t shake the feeling that Fredenck had returned She couldn’t contain her

with sleep,

to the point, “Is Frederick back in

I know if Mr. Winston

Robert Fitzgerald

in touch for a week. He said he was going to

guess was

that. If they were

was she overthinking? Marguerite felt increasingly disappointed. She buried her head in the

her once more.

had to give

time she thought of this, she felt like she was nailed to a pillar of shame, even

Frederick would forgive her, nor did she want to stir up any more trouble. But the