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 about her own vehicle. What had

Were they fighting?

there, oblivious to the growing impatience of Frederick inside the car, who suddenly barked at the driver, “Drive!”

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

of exhaust.

life. She set off at a crawl, her mood sour and her concentration scattered so much that she didn’t

moved to slow down but was met with the heart-stopping realization that her brakes

the pedal to the floor 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

react, it surged forward, positioning itself in front of

both vehicles

crashing into the steering wheel, pain splintering