Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 850

In the video, Silas's face was as cold as ice.

Marguerite had never seen him so fierce before. Every time she met him, he was always the embodiment of tenderness and warmth.

She watched as Silas refused to cooperate with Stella's treatment plan, avoiding every question she posed.

Until Stella, visibly frustrated, blurted out, "Mr. Ward, if you don't cooperate, I can't report back to Marguerite!"

A flicker of light briefly crossed the man's harsh expression, quickly replaced by a self-mocking smile. "Why would Marguerite care about my condition? Heartless woman."

"Mr. Ward, if she were truly heartless, would she have hired me to treat you? She's tighter than a drum with money, yet she's already paid your medical bills in full. If you don't cooperate, she'll definitely ask for a refund! Please, sir, don't make my job harder than it already is!"

"Getting my cooperation is simple."

"What?"

Silas looked at her, his tone one of unyielding resolve. "Bring her here."

abruptly

and helpless. Silas was acting like a stubborn child, yet

put away the camera and glanced at

I told Silas you were being kept under house arrest by Maurice.

gossip, and Marguerite looked at her blankly,

rescue you with a

Marguerite: "???"

you asked me to give him therapy, I thought his name sounded familiar, so I asked a friend to look into it. Turns out, he's an even bigger shot than Maurice! He's got a whole army of bodyguards, all ex-special forces, armed to

barely talked him down, he would have already stormed

lip, surprised that Silas would do

but she couldn't fathom

truly appreciate each

had she even

couldn't wrap her head

a bottle of soda from the fridge and

out for him, saying you've got family, a kid even.