Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 546

The verbal sparring match had finally come to an end, but Marguerite couldn’t shake the disgust crawling beneath her skin. The rest of the workday dragged on, her motivation as absent as the warmth in a mid-winter’s breeze,

When quitting time rolled around, she and her adversary made their way to the parking lot in a silent procession. There, parked with precision, was the familiar Maybach. Chuck, always the professional, stepped out from the passenger side and with a bow of respect, opened the back door for Frederick, who slid into the seat without so much as a backward glance.

Marguerite caught sight of the scene and turned to her own ride, a second-hand car, when Chuck’s voice floated toward her, “Marguerite, where are you off to? Get in!”

She paused, her gaze landing on the tall figure now settled into the leather upholstery, fully aware of his current disdain for her company. With a stubborn shift of her eyes, she replied:

time, and I might as

stood puzzled. He remembered the days Marguerite would hitch a ride without a second thought about her own vehicle. What had

Were they fighting?

the growing impatience of Frederick inside the car, who

before hurriedly hopping into the vehicle. The driver floored it, and the Maybach shot away, leaving Marguerite coughing in

of exhaust.

found her car and after several attempts, the weary engine roared to life. She set off at a crawl, her mood sour and her concentration scattered so much that she didn’t even notice the steady

red light. Marguerite moved to slow down but