Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 172

Fredrick’s paranola was stilling, making Marguerite feel suffocated

He was a long standing at the pinnacle of the world, able to manipulate everyone with just a few words. How could the possibly keep track of his every move?

Feeling cornered by him, Marguerite gritted her teeth and tried to remain composed. “Mr. Winston,” she said, her voice calm, “You give me too much credit. Whether or not I know your whereabouts, you’re here, leaving your girlfriend alone waiting. Shouldn’t I interpret it as I am more worthy of your attention than Yuna?”

Marguerite couldn’t find words to refute him, she knew he wouldn’t believe her. She decided to change her tactics and quickly end this standofi

Yet, she realized there was some truth in her words.

If the didn’t mean anything to him, why would he leave Yuns to find her?

Deep down, Marguente knew that this man’s attention had nothing to do with love, it was all about hatred

In fact, his hatred for her surpassed his love for Yuna

Frederick’s eyes locked onto Marguerite, his voice filled with mockery and contempt, “Marguerite, don’t flatter yourself.”

Marguerite held her own, her words sharp and precise, “Mr. Winston, isn’t my self–flattery a product of your Indulgence? Every little thing I do, you get upset. If you cuspect me of ulterior motives, wouldn’t the best course of action be to ignore me?”

Frederick was speechless.

he felt defeated by a

being sarcastic, yet her words

of silence, he released Marguerite, his gaze

this, Marguente. You are nothing to me. From now on, steer clear

on a brave face, raising her pale face,

out. But Mr. Winston, the

pushed Frederick away and walked out

cold, proud silhouette was as composed as

his sight, Marguente, who had been on edge,

man’s overpowering presence had suffocated Marguente. She had used all her strength to stand

more ties with him, so she said the harshest, most

cut off the hidden hope in

all, only when you never had

Winston come to see you? What did you guys

bites of the fish that had just

Enough about me, what’s up with your online date? He’s been late

He’ll be here

could possibly