Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 97

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!”

She jerked her head, “What’s

phone is too small. I can’t see

chuckled, “Hold your horses, Granny. I’ll fix

up the phone, opened the settings

feeling uneasy not having

hand and attempted

grunted, “Hell no, it’s not from Marguerite. It’s a gift from that handsome

doctor?” Frederick asked with a

looked at Frederick and explained flatly. “It’s Granny’s

affectionate as she heard

fancy car! The doors open

awkwardly and

brands and didn’t know how to respond

that the man at the head of the table was visibly

McLaren?

he remembered correctly, the limo that dropped Marguerite home the other night was a McLaren

guy dropped her off one night and gave

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