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

and gave a faint smile.

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

on a rooftop, holding a

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

all her courage, Margot met his steady gaze, "I don't know you, sir." Maurice

was warm and bright, devoid

a glance, he could peer into her soul

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

"So, I frightened you?"

look Margot in the eye, his face smiling

Sir, I'm like the golden goose, and my dad's got loads of money. Let me go, and I'll make sure

her, and a crack appeared

help but report, "Mr. 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 we

tied behind her clenching tightly

the verge of breaking down but still put on an

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

only because

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

Take her