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 Margot turned

her frightened face and gave a faint smile.

calm and deep, yet it made Margot's heart

mind, she saw a 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

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

warm and bright, devoid of any

as if with just a glance, he could peer into her soul and uncover

she glanced at Janie

"So, I frightened you?"

the eye, his

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

at her, and a crack appeared in his gentle

the whole ride, doesn't seem too bright. And she doesn't look anything like Teresa, maybe we got the wrong

teeth, her hands tied behind her clenching tightly into

still put on an innocent,

in silence. Her eyes still held fear, but more

her fear of him only because he had tied

looked away, stood, and glanced at Janie with a

her. Take her