Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 33

Marguerite was very astonished.

She’d braced herself, expecting Frederick not to buy her story, but still, when the words came out of his mouth, she could hardly swallow it, let alone shake off the feeling of injustice.

Had he accused her right off the bat, blamed her, maybe she wouldn’t feel so choked up as she did now.

But no, he’d stepped up to defend her, not just for her sake but for all the interns. And in the heat of the argument with the bald man, he’d even dropped her name.

She’d thought Frederick had her back, but it turned out she was just fooling herself.

With a defiant glare, Marguerite slammed her tablet onto the desk, “Thanks, but no need.”

“Don’t play high and mighty with me. You cozying up to me was all about the fame and fortune, wasn’t it? Maybe others can’t see through you, but

I can.”

Marguerite turned her head, “So, you’re convinced that I swiped the bracelet, huh?”

Frederick scoffed, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Marguerite’s world was spinning. She’d never felt this way before.

First, she was framed by Yuna, then ended up at the police station. Just when she thought it was all over, Frederick showed up, shaming her without knowing the whole story.

Did they really think she was asking for it?

Her resentment erupted like a volcano, and she couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.

“No! Hell no! What do I owe you, Frederick? Why don’t you question your girlfriend before you come at me? I work in a place covered with CCTV, there’s no way you can’t find out the truth! Go see for yourself who stole it, me or her!”

Seeing Marguerite in tears, Frederick, cold as he was felt a knot in his stomach.

Her tear–streaked face was heartbreaking, her sobs filled with sorrow, like a wounded animal.

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No way!

The love of his life couldn’t possibly do such a thing.

“I don’t need to look into it. I trust her.”

Marguerite was shaking, her voice filled with pain.

“Yeah, because she’s the one you love, of course you’d trust her! You’re so damn blind! Toy

candle to her lies.”

I’m just some lowlife, my reputation can’t hold a

Marguerite’s words got under Frederick’s skin.

“Marguerite, calm down, stop getting defensive. Don’t throw a fit in front of me just because you’re my wife!”

At that, Marguerite burst into laughter, but it was laced

sarcasm, “Frederick, I never acknowledged myself as your wife! Never!”

She stormed out, no longer willing to argue with Frederick. As she exited the office, the glass door rattled in her wake.

Seeing her storm off, Frederick was left with a bitter taste in his mouth. He was furious but he couldn’t help but hurl the tablet at the door.

Who did she think she was, yelling at him like that in Stonebridge City?

She had the nerve to shout at him?

His thought was: if she dared to be so brash, next time she needed help, he wouldn’t lift a finger!

Despite his anger, when Marguerite left, Frederick felt a void.

Why was he getting worked up over a woman he didn’t care about?

What a mess!

Meanwhile, Marguerite was in a similar state.

She ran into the bathroom in tears, hoping to wash her face to calm down, but remembering she was wearing a mask and afraid it would fall off, she could only pat her face with wet hands.

After a while, she pulled herself together and went back to her post, hoping to vent through hard work, she could only numb herself with the heavy workload.

Just as she was about to call it a day, Zoe called.

Marguerite glanced at the screen and pressed “ignore“.

It was clear as day that she was calling on behalf of Yuna. If she’d picked up, Zoe would probably give her an earful of lessons.

She didn’t need that kind of trouble.

Even though Marguerite didn’t pick up, Zoe’s texts kept coming, “Your grandma’s latest medical record is with me. Pick it up or not, your call.”