Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 7

Frederick watched Marguerite, his deep eyes flickering with a cold light, his gaze colder than ever.

They can't divorce within three months?

Upon hearing the news, Frederick couldn't hide his anger anymore. He opened his lips and snapped at the woman in front of him, "So, this is your plan?"

How bloody convenient!

He'd just walked into the registry office with Yuna, and this woman named Marguerite swooped in like a bolt of lightning, somehow managing to become his wife in name first.

What the hell was this woman playing at?

Marguerite looked at him blankly, her clear eyes filled with innocence, "What do you mean?"

Frederick coldly stared at her, his rebellious eyes like a fierce bird of prey, "You've planned it well, becoming my wife for three months. Thinking you'll get a cut of my wealth once we divorce? Dream on!"

Wealth?

Rich folks always have the weirdest thinking. Just because they're loaded, they think everyone wants to get something from them?

She just wanted to save her grandma's life.

She married a stranger she didn't love, so she was a victim too.

Marguerite clenched her fists in anger at his insult. She straightened her back and her gaze hardened, "Sir, you've got it all wrong. I don't know you, and I don't give a damn about your money."

The man laughed, his slightly upturned mouth revealing his white teeth, "I've seen plenty of gold-diggers, but you're the first to be so calculating."

Marguerite blushed furiously at his insult and was momentarily speechless.

To save her grandma, she'd become the wife of this man in front of her, under the instructions of a mysterious person. That was her biggest scheme.

So, this man wasn't entirely wrong.

The room fell into silence, with the servants keeping quiet.

The housekeeper, Sadie, watched Marguerite's expression closely, feeling there was some misunderstanding.

This girl, dressed simply, thin as a stick. But her delicate hands looked pitiful, and her pale face was heartbreaking.

She was obviously a poor girl, but her eyes were resolute and bright, nothing like what Frederick described.

Sadie stepped forward, asking softly, "Miss, are you in some kind of trouble? You can talk to us, Frederick isn't heartless."

In trouble? Her only trouble was her grandma, but she couldn't say that.

Marguerite threw off the covers and got out of bed, "I'm not in any trouble, and I'm just as confused about this marriage. So, I can't answer any more questions. I'm leaving."

Since she'd already married Frederick and current marriage laws meant she couldn't divorce him straight away.

The mysterious person had only asked her to marry Frederick, but made no further demands. She didn't want to stick around to hear him spout more insults at her.

Marguerite didn't even look at Frederick, so indifferent she didn't even flicker an eyelash, she walked straight towards the door.

Frederick's brow creased, and he said coldly, "Stop right there."

Marguerite turned around in surprise, her clear eyes conveying an indefinable message.

"You think you can come and go as you please? It’s not that simple." Frederick turned to Sadie, continuing to give orders, "Take her to the guest room, she can't leave without my permission."

Frederick hated being deceived. How could he possibly let this woman leave without finding out the truth about her?

Chuck quickly gathered all the information on Marguerite and rushed to the study to report, holding a file.

At that moment, Frederick was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, agitatedly smoking a cigar. Behind the swirling smoke, his stern face full of authority.

"Mr. Winston, Marguerite's information is very clear. She has no parents, no relatives, she's listed as 'illiterate', likely an orphan."