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.

the air as Margot turned

and gave a faint smile. "Long time no

was calm and deep, yet it

scene: Maurice standing on a rooftop, holding a gun, arms wide as he said, "Teresa, come to

it wasn't long before the bullets from his gun mercilessly found their mark on

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

and bright, devoid

felt as if with just a glance, he could peer

calm, swallowing hard as she glanced at Janie with a pitiful expression,

"So, I frightened you?"

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

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

been babbling about being the golden goose the whole ride,

her hands tied behind her clenching tightly into

breaking down but still put on an innocent,

eyes still held fear, but more than that,

only because he had tied

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

Take her