Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 546

The verbal sparring match had finally come to an end, but Marguerite couldn’t shake the disgust crawling beneath her skin. The rest of the workday dragged on, her motivation as absent as the warmth in a mid-winter’s breeze,

When quitting time rolled around, she and her adversary made their way to the parking lot in a silent procession. There, parked with precision, was the familiar Maybach. Chuck, always the professional, stepped out from the passenger side and with a bow of respect, opened the back door for Frederick, who slid into the seat without so much as a backward glance.

Marguerite caught sight of the scene and turned to her own ride, a second-hand car, when Chuck’s voice floated toward her, “Marguerite, where are you off to? Get in!”

She paused, her gaze landing on the tall figure now settled into the leather upholstery, fully aware of his current disdain for her company. With a stubborn shift of her eyes, she replied:

“I’m good. I left my car here last time, and I might as well drive it home today.”

Marguerite would hitch a ride without a second thought about

Were they fighting?

a way to keep her there, oblivious to the growing impatience of Frederick inside the car, who

shivered, stealing a glance at Marguerite before hurriedly hopping into the vehicle. The driver floored it, and the Maybach shot away, leaving

of exhaust.

at a crawl, her mood sour and her concentration scattered so much that she didn’t even notice the steady

a bend and approaching a red light. Marguerite moved to slow down but was met with the heart-stopping realization that her brakes

frantic glance in the rearview mirror revealed the chaos unfolding behind her, but

could react, it surged forward, positioning itself in

crash as both vehicles

into the steering wheel, pain