Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 96

Meanwhile, at the Winston Group.

Decked in a black body conscious dress and clutching a Hermes bag, Yuna strutted into the CEO’s office.

She was here today to show Marguerite her mettle. After yesterday’s drama, she was convinced Frederick must be fed up with Marguerite.

In contrast, she had given quite the performance last night. Her apparent concern for Laverne’s health and her filial piety were all on full display. Frederick had to be impressed by her.

The office was empty except for Frederick, who was sitting on the couch with crossed legs and engrossed in a document.

Yuna saw an opportunity. She promptly took a seat next to him.

“Freddie, you must be beat from running around for Granny yesterday. Let me give you a massage.”

Saying so, she gently gripped Frederick’s shoulders, starting to knead them.

Frederick stiffened slightly, closing the document in displeasure.

He dodged Yuna’s touch, stood up, and lit a cigarette by the floor–to–ceiling window.

His bodyguard had just called. He said that Marguerite had taken Laverne back to the mansion. Before leaving, she left after a lot of chatter with the servants. That woman really seemed to care about Laverne.

If all she wanted was to snatch Yuna’s loved ones, Marguerite didn’t need to be this meticulous.

pretending to

more Frederick thought, the more irked he became. He glanced at the time,

at the company by

her! Where the hell did

a ring of smoke, annoyed, when someone’s soft hands

“Freddie, I’ve missed you.”

Yuna was

as he

the

carried a tone

“Did Marguerite tell you when she was taking your Granny out of

Marguerite? Marguerite again!

was he still thinking of that woman

her temper, “Why would Marguerite tell me anything? She whisked away my grandma behind our backs and we searched for her for years. Marguerite made her this way, Freddie. If she hadn’t hidden Granny, worsening her condition, she wouldn’t have suffered this

wipe her eyes,

her even more

badmouthed others behind their back. It was not something honorable. It made her almost a

with me other than complaining

now that Granny and Marguerite are living together, I’m

and detached, “If you cared so much about your Granny, why didn’t you take the