Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 685

Maggie's legs felt like jelly, as if she might collapse at any moment.

What did Daphne just say?

That Maurice had a vasectomy?

Meaning Teresa wasn't Maurice's daughter!

Then who was the man she had that one-night stand with?

And why would Maurice lie to her?

Maggie was desperate for answers, her heart racing almost out of control.

"You're telling me you believe Maurice got snipped just because he says so? You think his acting is that good?" Daphne snorted, stubbing out her cigarette on the ground before casually taking out a breath spray and using it right in front of Maggie.

"Looking for solid proof, huh? Let me tell you, I was there with him when he got that vasectomy. Just in case, I'll send you the medical report later. So Maggie, we'll be seeing each other again soon."

With that, Daphne raised an eyebrow at Maggie, gave a cheeky smile, and strutted off.

Maggie was frozen in place for a long while before she remembered to leave.

How she managed to leave or how she got into Frederick's car, Maggie couldn't recall.

remembered was seeing Frederick alone in the car and immediately

"Where's Yuna?"

"Chuck took her home."

find anything? Was there something wrong with

all. Yuna's tests came back clean; it was just a bottle of

a sigh of

car, his tone revealing his irritation, "Why haven't you been

have something to tell

of where to start, but decided

chance, ran into Maurice in the fire escape, but he didn't see me. He was at the hospital looking to strike a deal with the dean,

"He wants to use microchips in the

nodded, somber, "Yeah, that's what it

clenched his

you been looking for that hacker? I overheard them saying the hacker told Maurice to meet him in

excitement was palpable:

against the window, Maggie's voice was

Chuck, his words brief: "Keep a close eye on Maurice, especially any travel plans. Report back

up for something big, Maggie

and Maurice fascinating, but

words outside the hospital echoed in her ears, lingering and

much, her mood sour as she pulled Teresa's photo from her wallet,