Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 18
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Marguerite had a pretty chill first day at work, basically did nothing. Just as she was about to clock out, Robert popped up behind
her. She was so startled when she turned around and saw him, blurting out, “Mr. Fitzgerald...”
Robert just grinned, “Ready to head out? Come with me, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”
She was surprised he remembered his promise. She thought she’d be spending the night in the hospital corridor again. She had
nothing to carry, so she followed Robert empty–handed to his car in the parking lot.
The ride was fast and silent. Marguerite didn’t ask where she was going. Even though she’d just met Robert, she felt he was
more reliable and friendly than Frederick. So she trusted him.
But Robert totally let her down.
Because when they reached their destination and Robert’s car pulled into Sapphire Valley Estates and stopped in front of
Frederick’s mansion, Marguerite was gobsmacked. This was Frederick’s crib! Why did he bring her here?
Marguerite looked at him dumbfounded, incredulously asking, “Mr. Fitzgerald, you’re not telling me I’m staying at Frederick’s
place, are you?”
Robert raised an eyebrow, “You knew this was his’place? You’ve been here before, huh. How’s the bed?”
Marguerite’s face turned beet red, totally mortified.
Robert just smiled, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and gentlemanly opened the door for Marguerite, helping her out.
“Marguerite, now that Frederick’s not around, there’s something I need to tell you. He’s a tough–talking softie, so be patient with
him.
Marguerite felt even more awkward, “I’m not his girlfriend, and you should be telling this to his girlfriend.”
Robert didn’t argue with Marguerite. He just nudged her, “Marguerite, just chill out. You’re Frederick’s antidote and your presence
is important to him. That’s why I want you to stay here: I hope you two can get along.”

What the heck was he talking about? Marguerite was lost.
Being with Frederick was like a disaster. Antidote? Important?
She was resisting and wanted to argue. But Robert was already back in his car, smiling at her through the window, and then he
drove off.
His car zoomed off, leaving Marguerite in a cloud of gas emission. She was coughing uncontrollably, still in shock, when
Frederick’s luxury car pulled up in front of her.
Frederick stepped out of the back seat, looking so handsome and cool that she couldn’t look away. The anger in his eyes was
like fire, and the moment he saw Marguerite, he gave off a powerful vibe.
Marguerite felt guilty under his gaze and unconsciously stepped back. Just then, he charged at her like a beast. She opened her
eyes wide trying to explain, but Frederick’s icy voice cut her off, “How did you get in here? Get out!”