Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 684

Marguerite stood up, facing Daphne squarely, making her position crystal clear, "You really didn't have to spill your guts to me because I'm not going to be a roadblock in your quest for love."

Daphne burst into laughter, leaning back in amusement, "Of course, you won't be. What makes you think you can pose a threat to me? If anything, the uncertainty lies with me, not you."

Marguerite was visibly puzzled, just as Daphne stubbed out her cigarette and lit another, taking a drag with an air of nonchalance.

"Do you know why Maurice will never marry you? Because unless I give my consent, you two will never be able to tie the knot. Sure, domestic and international laws are worlds apart, but given that I'm a foreign national, if he dares to marry you, a scandal on an international scale would hurt him the most. Maurice may be a big shot in Stonebridge City, but his influence doesn't stretch far enough to battle it out with international law. So, as long as I'm in the picture, you can forget about becoming his second wife."

Daphne's threats were delivered not with the heart-wrenching passion of a scorned lover but with a smile, her tone even and her pace leisurely, much like a sophisticated Persian cat basking in the sun, yet inexplicably sending shivers

down one's spine.

This trait, eerily reminiscent of Maurice, somehow struck Marguerite as hilarious.

head over heels

or was Daphne's perception just too clouded to see the

gaze with a cool, impassive expression, "Thinking that way is actually the

surprise on Daphne's face, her sharp eyes filled with probing

been with Maurice for

mind was filled with question

of growing fond over time applied to many, but not

past with Frederick spanned only

had her pining for him for a whole three

if she spent three years, or even

Marguerite's phone rang