Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 761

Maggie's mind was practically short-circuited.

There, merely three steps away, lay Teresa and Frederick, yet her legs felt as though they were cemented to the floor, immovable.

She could hear Maurice's labored breathing, the noise from downstairs growing into a cacophonous blur.

She could even hear the buzzing in her brain as she turned to Maurice with a dazed expression, asking, "Who fired the shot!?"

Maurice lowered his eyelids, a heavy sigh escaping him, "Frederick."

Tears cascaded down Maggie's cheeks, her voice breaking amidst sobs, "Then who...who shot him?"

"It was me."

Maurice, clutching Teresa's fragile form, attempted to approach Maggie, but she shuddered, stepping back uncontrollably.

"Stay away!"

Her voice was a hoarse growl, an ominous warning, as she shielded her eyes, refusing to accept the reality unfolding before her.

It's all a lie! This can't be happening!

"Maggie..."

After three years, he came back only to seek revenge! Revenge against you, and

all duped! He was after the chip technology, casting aside even blood ties! I intended to

that moment, Maggie felt

closer, but to Maggie,

flurry of paramedics rushed in, speaking in hurried tones she couldn't grasp, shouting as they swiftly transported the

remained frozen, unable to process

his composure, walking up to

sorrow, "I'll do everything in my power to save Teresa, and I'll fight just as hard to save Frederick.

medics, leaving Maggie alone on

summer night was serene, the gentle breeze a

of the horror that

would make everything alright again? Would Frederick and Teresa wake her with

that she moved like a zombie into the

her legs and

and through her haze, she saw it was a contract

the second party, "Frederick" was written in bold

Maurice's words flooded

after three years