Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 900

On the other end of the line, the man casually held a cigarette between his lips. Through the haze of smoke, his misty blue eyes stood out, cold and striking.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. His voice, rough around the edges, carried an air of weary indifference, but there was a chill to his sarcasm that cut through the gloom.

"Planting images in someone's mind takes a mountain of code. The more you pile on, the more bugs you're going to get down the road.

I warned you half a year ago: just erase all of Frederick's memories, then bump

into him by chance, let him fall for you naturally.

But you had to make me write that ridiculous romance protocol. Now his subconscious thinks you're his girlfriend."

The man's words dripped with mocking reproach, making Violet clench her fists in frustration.

"What did I do wrong?!"

"I looked at the wafer program. His blackout wasn't just a headache-there's a bug in that romance code you insisted on. Keep pushing it, and who knows what he might start to remember.

Violet, if you'd listened to me from the start, would we be in this mess now? Bad decisions always come back to bite you."

"Oh, spare me the hindsight! Your precious romance protocol never made him fall for me, did it? And if there's a bug, then just fix it! What's the point in blaming me?!"

Violet's anger was palpable, her jaw clenched so tight she nearly chipped a tooth.

was her usual sweet and innocent facade. Now, her lowered eyes were cold and unforgiving, stormy with

isn't that simple, Violet. He's a person, not a

"Then can you-!"

her voice was rising, Violet glanced around, then lowered it to a

something? Marguerite was the one who brought him to the hospital. They were together

way is to amplify his brainwaves

her gaze hardened, her voice

up. As high

trying to get him killed?" The man shot back instantly. "Violet, you can't rush

"I don't care!"

out of

her reddened eyes clouding

know is if this

to me just

Silas is Frederic

you

idea how

for

had

took

him over. I can't lose him

heavy with sorrow, left the man silent