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.

air as

frightened face and gave a faint smile.

voice was calm and deep, yet it made Margot's heart race

saw a scene: Maurice standing on a rooftop, holding a gun, arms wide as he said,

the bullets from his

courage, Margot met his steady gaze, "I don't know you, sir." Maurice raised an eyebrow,

and bright, devoid

just a glance, he could peer into her soul and uncover her deepest

swallowing hard as she glanced at Janie with a pitiful expression, "You seem scarier than she

"So, I frightened you?"

down to look Margot in the eye, his face smiling yet full

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,

looked at her, and a crack

report, "Mr. Winston, she's been babbling about being the golden goose the whole ride, doesn't seem too bright. And she doesn't

gritted her teeth, her hands tied behind her clenching tightly

verge of breaking down but still put on an innocent, harmless face,

eyes still held fear, but more than that, confusion and

of him only because he had

looked away, stood, and glanced at Janie with a momentary flicker of

her. Take