Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 877

The little girl sat up perfectly straight, her round cheeks giving her a cherubic look. Gone were her trademark pigtails; today, her hair was swept up into a neat, high ponytail. The wild, scatterbrained air she usually carried had vanished without a trace.

Margot raised her hand to wave over the waitress, her voice soft and childish as she ordered a glass of orange juice. She took two eager gulps, the glass almost too big for her hands.

Across from her, Hayes watched calmly, arms folded, utterly unhurried as he studied her.

Margot pouted, then asked, "You don't seem surprised at all."

"I figured out a while ago that you were my mysterious online friend."

Her eyes went wide in disbelief. "How? I thought I was being so careful! Besides, I heard from Manley that you've been searching for your sister. So I assumed you'd mistake my identity online for hers."

Hayes just smiled, offering no explanation.

Even now, this kid was still trying to play games with him. She really was incorrigible!

took another sip of juice. When she saw Hayes still refusing to speak, she dropped all pretense. "You said last night that

piercing look, his tone

"Yes."

"Who?"

her face.

that's true, why did you push me

technology, that's all..." She turned away, refusing to

no matter how she tried to dodge, Hayes

struck home, and Margot's hands tightened

blurted out, her voice rising defensively, "Don't say that!

didn't bother sparing her feelings. He placed a freshly printed hospital report on the

voice was calm,

here. And the scan matches the image you sent me that night. That shadow on the frontal lobe-it's the wafer, isn't it? The size is small enough, and the way it's merged with the brain's structure, no one would suspect it's foreign. But you forgot you once