Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 821

What kind of feeling was this?

It was like a mouse spotting a cat, a bullied kid seeing their tormentor, or

someone on death's door meeting the Grim Reaper.

No, none of those could compare to the sheer dread Margot felt at that moment.

Maurice was the most terrifying devil on earth, bar none!

Margot was shaking like a leaf, while Maurice simply glanced at her before turning his eyes to Janie, who stood nearby.

"I told you to bring her here, why is she hurt?"

Janie lowered her gaze, looking troubled. "Sorry, Mr. Winston. I was driving, she was struggling in the back, and I might've accidentally hurt her."

"Go get the first aid kit."

"Yes, Mr. Winston."

Janie left the room and quickly returned with some antiseptic.

Maurice walked over to Margot, towering above her as he reached out with a cotton swab.

his hand hung in the air

frightened face and gave a faint smile. "Long time

calm and deep, yet it

scene: Maurice standing on a rooftop, holding a gun, arms

long before the bullets from his gun mercilessly found their mark

gaze, "I don't know you, sir." Maurice raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Then why are you

and bright, devoid

a glance, he could

stay calm, swallowing hard as she glanced at Janie with

"So, I frightened you?"

Margot in the eye, his face smiling yet full

nodded earnestly, adding, "You tied me up. Sir, I'm like the golden goose, and my dad's got loads of money. Let me go, and I'll make sure he pays you, okay? How

her, and a crack appeared in his

being the golden goose the whole ride, doesn't seem too bright. And she doesn't look anything like

hands tied behind her clenching tightly

breaking down but still put on an innocent, harmless face, asking, "Who's

stared at her in silence. Her eyes still held fear, but

him only because

Maurice looked away, stood, and glanced at Janie with a momentary

her. Take