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.

in the air

face and gave a faint

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

her mind, she saw a scene: Maurice standing on a rooftop, holding a gun, arms wide as he said, "Teresa, come

the bullets from his gun mercilessly found their

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

gaze was warm and bright, devoid of any

glance, he could peer

to stay calm, swallowing hard as she glanced at Janie with a

"So, I frightened you?"

the eye, his face smiling yet full of hidden

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

at her, and a crack appeared in his gentle

Winston, she's been babbling about being the golden goose the whole ride, doesn't seem too bright. And she doesn't look anything like Teresa, maybe

hands tied

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

silence. Her eyes still held fear, but more than that,

fear of him only because he had

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

her. Take