Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 67

A bunch of missed calls, but Marguerite didn’t pick up a single one.

She had put her phone on silent to avoid distractions before the morning fragrance match. Therefore, she didn’t hear the ringtone at all.

But those missed calls were ancient history now, and Marguerite didn’t feel the need to return them.

She knew for sure that Frederick was trying to tell her something. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Frederick, Yuna’s lover, what else could he do apart from defending Yuna?

Marguerite didn’t feel like stirring up trouble.

She had checked out several motels, but they all seemed too pricey. So, left with no choice, she took the last bus back to the office and decided to crash on the office couch.

The late spring and early summer nights were a bit chilly, and Marguerite felt a little cold. She curled up, hugging herself, feeling lonely and desolate.

She rubbed her hands constantly, but it didn’t chase away the chill.

So, she got up to find a paper cup and fumbled to pour herself a cup of hot coffee to warm her hands.

Suddenly, the lights in the CEO’s office came on, and Marguerite blinked in surprise as Robert walked in, looking astonished.

“What are you doing here? Do you know Frederick’s been looking everywhere for you?”

Marguerite was stunned, the warm steam from the cup in her hands bringing some warmth back to her face and hands.

“He’s looking for me?”

“He thought you were in danger because you weren’t answering your phone!” Robert said, taking out his phone. “I’m calling him back now. He’s worried sick and was about to call the cops!”

“I put my phone on silent.” Marguerite sounded helpless, her emotions mixed.

Was he worried about her too?

At this point, Robert had dialed Frederick’s number.

He glanced at Marguerite and walked into the office lounge, speaking quietly on the phone, “Marguerite’s been found. Call off the police. Do you want me to take her home for you, or will you come and pick her up yourself?”

For some reason, Marguerite wanted to hear what Robert and Frederick were saying.

Frederick was actually worried about her. That piqued Marguerite’s curiosity.

The lounge door was slightly ajar, and Marguerite stood at the doorway. In the silent room, Frederick’s voice from the phone was clear and audible.

“Where was she?”

“In the office. She said her phone was silent, and she didn’t hear it.”

“She comes up with such lame excuses? I shouldn’t have bothered looking for her. She can fend for herself!”

Frederick growled angrily. The sound was so piercing that Robert immediately moved his phone a little further away.

“Frederick, she didn’t do it on purpose. Besides, you were the one who messed up today. It’s only normal for her to be stubborn. Apologize to her, and let’s move on.”

Frederick was still seething, using the nastiest words to vent his frustration. “I should apologize to her? Was she worth it?”

Marguerite was stunned.

Was she worth it?

Ha.

She wasn’t! Yuna was!

Marguerite’s anger was ignited, and she pushed the door open, raising her voice at Robert,

“Mr. Fitzgerald, wrong is wrong. But I don’t need his apology and won’t return to Sapphire Valley Estates. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

Robert was frozen in place.

When did Marguerite show up?

Did she hear everything Frederick said?

In the confusion, his hand slipped and hit the speaker button, and Frederick’s disgruntled voice came through again, “Tell her I don’t need to apologize to her. Even if she gets killed out there, it’s none of my business!”

Marguerite’s face paled with anger as she retorted, “Mr. Fitzgerald, you can tell him that whether I live or die, it’s none of his business!”

And with a “click,” Frederick decisively hung up the phone.

Robert stood still like a statue, looking at his phone screen, then at Marguerite, completely baffled by the couple’s behavior.

What the hell was going on? Why were they fighting again?

Marguerite gave Robert a resentful glance, turned around, and left the lounge, shaking with anger as she sat back down on the couch.

“Marguerite, why don’t you come back with me?”

The man came out of the lounge, about to patiently persuade her, but Marguerite cut him off sharply.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, can you stop playing peacemaker? I’ve told you I will never return to Sapphire Valley Estates! I don’t want to share a roof with such a rude man!”

“Marguerite, he’s just.”

“Who’s the rude one?” An angry male voice interrupted Robert again.

Both of them were startled and turned toward the direction of the voice, only to see Frederick’s face filled with anger.

10:59

The bright light shone on the man’s upright figure, giving off a terrifying aura.

He had been at the police station reporting a case, and the station was only a three–minute walk from the office. So as soon as he got Robert’s call, Frederick rushed to the office.

“I remember you saying you don’t want anything to do with me. So, what are you doing here?” His face was lean, and his words were provocative.

Marguerite retorted sarcastically, “I’m spending the night at the office. What does that have to do with you?”

“Marguerite, do I need to remind you? This is my company.”

Marguerite clenched her lower lip, her fingers tightly gripping each other.

She was tired, really too tired to argue with Frederick anymore, “Fine, this is your place! I’m leaving!”

With that, Marguerite walked past Frederick towards the door.

However, as they passed each other. Frederick grabbed her slender waist tightly, and the next second, he lifted her, carrying her over his shoulder.

“You just come and go as you please, Marguerite. You really don’t give a hoot about me.”

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