Bride Behind The Mask Novel

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.

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.

he worried

point, Robert had

been found. Call off the police. Do you

hear what Robert and Frederick

was actually worried about her. That

slightly ajar, and Marguerite stood at the doorway. In

“Where was she?”

the office. She said her phone was silent, and she didn’t

shouldn’t have bothered looking for her. She

The sound was so piercing that Robert

today. It’s only normal for her to

using the nastiest words to vent his frustration. “I should apologize

Marguerite was stunned.

Was she worth it?

Ha.

She wasn’t! Yuna was!

the

don’t need his apology and won’t return to

was frozen in

Marguerite

hear everything

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

paled with anger as she retorted, “Mr. Fitzgerald, you can tell him that

“click,” Frederick

still like a statue, looking at his phone screen,

on? Why were they

left the lounge, shaking with anger as she sat back down