Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 9

Marguerite turned around and looked up to see Frederick in his loose black robe, looking down at her like a king.

“What’s up?” Marguerite asked, her tone icy.

“I don’t know how you managed to become my wife, but I hope you understand, a woman like you will never have any relation with me. So, three months from now, I hope you can divorce me on time.”

What’s her status? What kind of status does she have?

Marguerite couldn’t stand Frederick’s high and mighty attitude. Did he think he was a king just because he had some money?

Compared to Frederick, they were indeed from different worlds. But even though she was of low status, she didn’t belittle herself.

So, she straightened up and said fearlessly, “Mr. Winston, I believe neither of us wants to have any relation with the other. Goodbye.”

With that, Marguerite left Frederick with a thin but proud back.

Marguerite’s indifference made Frederick’s face darken, his mood becoming more irritable.

Who did she think she was, acting all high and mighty? She was so brazen to sneak into his room last night.

What a pretentious woman.

Marguerite left Sapphire Valley Estates and walked a long way to find a bus stop.

She had completed the task given by the mysterious person, and now the most important thing was to go to the hospital to see if her grandmother had started treatment.

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The nurse looked at Marguerite and asked, “Are you a relative of Laverne?”

Marguerite nodded, “Yes.”

“Her condition is very serious, and she missed the best treatment time. She’s been unconscious. The subsequent treatment will take a long time, prepare yourself.”

Marguerite turned pale at the news and cautiously asked, “About the treatment cost…”

“Don’t worry about the cost, someone has already paid for it.”

The mysterious person had kept the promise, and the heavy burden in Marguerite’s heart was finally lifted.

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But who was this mysterious person? Just because she married Frederick, this person helped to pay for her grandmother’s treatment?

Marguerite thought for a long time but couldn’t figure out the answer.

“Miss, do you know who paid for us?”

The nurse shook her head, “I don’t know, and I don’t have the right to ask.”

Marguerite gave up asking.

This mysterious person was so secretive that even Marguerite didn’t know who he or she was, let alone letting others know this person’s

existence.

Marguerite could only wait for this mysterious person to contact her.

Marguerite didn’t chat with the nurse anymore but turned around and walked into the ward, sitting by the bed to massage Laverne’s hands and feet.

Laverne’s condition was getting worse. If she didn’t move her hands and feet, her muscles would atrophy.

Marguerite was busy and sweaty–when a sharp and harsh voice came, “Marguerite, you’re here indeed!”

Marguerite looked back, and it was Yuna!

Marguerite withdrew her gaze and continued to massage Laverne.

Yuna was not in a hurry. After all, she had climbed onto Frederick, a man of great wealth, and was about to become the mistress of the Winston family.

She was full of pride and couldn’t wait to show off to Marguerite.

“Do you hate me that much?” Yuna walked in with her high heels, her steps heavy and annoying.

“I guess so. Mom and dad gave me all the love, and you must be pissed off. But you can’t blame others. If you have to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky. You bankrupted our casino, this is your retribution!”

Marguerite’s hand suddenly stopped, and she looked up at her coldly.

“Are you done? If so, please leave.”

Yuna looked at Marguerite’s masked face and became more arrogant, “This mask really suits you. You’re such a despicable woman, you don’t

deserve to have the same face as me. You’re such a bitch!”

Marguerite was shaking with anger, she straightened up and looked down on her, “What on earth do you want?”

Although they were twins and looked very similar, there were some subtle differences.

Marguerite was slightly taller and her eyes were bigger and brighter.

Back when their parents took Yuna to the countryside to visit Laverine, many villagers praised Marguerite for being more beautiful than her.

Since then, Yuna had been jealous of Marguerite.

No matter what Marguerite did, Yuna always wanted to compete with her.

“What can I do? As your sister, of course, I have to share my good news with you!” Yuna was very proud just thinking about it, “I’m getting married.”

Marguerite didn’t react much, just said an “oh“, and then turned around to continue massaging her grandmother.

Getting married?

Marguerite thought, “The man who wants to marry Yuna is really unlucky!”

“Marguerite, I’m telling you, I’m going to change my fate. I’m going to marry into a wealthy family, become a rich wife, and enjoy endless wealth and luxury for the rest of my life! The gap between us will only get bigger, and you can continue to be your beggar in the trash heap!”

Hearing this, Marguerite couldn’t help but laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Marguerite’s reaction was not the envy and jealousy she had imagined, but a mocking laugh. Yuna was immediately

taken aback.

“Did I hear you right? You said you’re going to marry into a rich family?”

Yuna raised her chin proudly, “Of course.”

Marguerite’s eyes wandered over her clothes, looking her up and down, “Are you sure they’re willing to give you a proper status?”

What do you mean?”

Marguerite laughed, “If he was really willing to give you a legit status, how come you’re still dressed like a hobo?”

Marguerite might not have ever mingled with the real high society, but she knew that rich folks should dress like Frederick.

Like the black robe he wore this morning, she could tell it was expensive just by looking at it.

Wait, why was she thinking about that guy she despised so much?

She must have gone crazy.

Marguerite shook her head, while Yuna behind her was so furious at her words that her face turned red, and she screeched:

“It’s all your fault that I’m dressed like this! If it wasn’t for you driving our family to the brink of ruin, would we be too broke to buy me designer clothes? Marguerite, I should be grateful to you, my fiancé is loaded and powerful!”

Why on earth would Yuna thank her?

Marguerite paused, turned around and looked at her, her face filled with puzzlement.

Finally seeing a hint of surprise on Marguerite’s face, Yuna, in her high heels, burst out laughing, “Marguerite, don’t you want to know who I’m about to marry?”