Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 97

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the evening sky was painted with a palette of red hues.

Marguerite just back to the mansion in time for dinner. Frederick was seated at the head of the table and Laverne was engrossed in her new phone.

Marguerite’s gaze happened to meet his. Some unspeakable traits on his face made him so dignified.

Feeling uneasy about their spat the previous night, Marguerite was not in the mood for chit–chat.

She quietly headed for the dining room and sat next to Laverne, whispering, “Granny, it’s dinner time. Phone can wait.”

With that, she served Laverne some chicken soup.

Laverne was squinting at and wrestling with her phone screen.

Suddenly, she slammed her phone on the table, crossed her arms and looked visibly pissed off, seemingly at herself.

“Damn it!”

was stunned. She jerked her head, “What’s up,

on the phone is too small. I can’t see

horses, Granny. I’ll

the settings and patiently adjusted

was feeling uneasy not having seen Marguerite

he spotted the new phone in Marguerite’s hand and attempted to kick start a conversation, “Did you get this

Marguerite could answer, Laverne grunted, “Hell no, it’s not from Marguerite. It’s a

Frederick asked

finally looked at Frederick and

expression was visibly affectionate as

a looker and drives a fancy car! The doors open

her lip awkwardly and

brands and didn’t know how to respond to

she completely missed the fact that the man at the head of

McLaren?

that dropped Marguerite home the other

dropped her off one night and gave her a phone the next