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.”

days Marguerite would hitch a ride without a second thought

Were they fighting?

her there, oblivious to the growing impatience of Frederick inside the car, who suddenly barked at the

The driver floored it, and the Maybach shot away,

of exhaust.

a crawl, her mood sour and her concentration scattered so much that she didn’t

Marguerite moved to slow down but was met with the

to no avail, careening out of control. A frantic glance in the rearview mirror revealed the chaos unfolding behind her, but in her haste, she didn’t see the Maybach reappear, now on a collision course with her.

forward, positioning itself

thunderous crash as both vehicles slammed into a curbside planter.

Marguerite’s head crashing into the steering