Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 899

A flicker of panic flashed in Violet's violet eyes as she shook her head. "I don't know."

"Then how did you and Marguerite meet? Did I know her before?" Silas asked, his voice steady but probing.

Violet bit her lower lip, her breath catching as she studied him, searching for answers in his expression. But his face was unreadable, giving nothing away.

"Silas, what does Marguerite have to do with you? Why are you suddenly asking about her?"

Silas's gaze drifted out the window, unfocused. What did Marguerite have to do with him, really? Why was he suddenly so fixated on her? Was it the headaches that struck every time he saw her? Or was it the strange familiarity he felt toward everyone in her orbit?

Maybe it was both.

He lowered his eyes, his deep gaze softening with a mix of carelessness and something almost tender. "I'm not sure. Just wanted to ask."

Violet was quiet for a long moment before finally replying, her face pale. "I don't know if you two met before-you never told me. As for how I met Marguerite, it was after I helped her mother. When Thunderbolt Enterprises went under, I started working as her assistant."

it made sense. For the past six months, they'd been in a long-distance relationship, rarely seeing each other. Today

I worked for before was Thunderbolt Enterprises? Why did it go bankrupt? Who owned it?" he

then. I stayed out of office gossip. One day, HR just called us all in and let us go. As for the owner, rumor had it they were incredibly private. I

of a Thunderbolt Enterprises, at least not locally. But the name tugged at something

a hand through his hair.

licking her dry lips.

you. How I would I know

the time I worked as

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you'd already lost

I never saw

been gone for over

she could barely catch her breath. Every question chipped away at the walls she'd built around herself. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, forcing

you never talked much about