Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 83

The next day.

Marguerite was still pissed, she even skipped breakfast and hopped on a bus to work.

She wanted to avoid any direct contact with Frederick, his very sight was irritating.

She buried herself in work until Frederick arrived at the CEO's office.

Even though the development of Polar Radiance perfume was on track, she didn't have a lot on her plate.

But to avoid Frederick, Marguerite kept herself busy even when there was nothing to do, trying to give off a "I'm so busy, don't disturb" vibe.

Robert Fitzgerald, who was there to counsel Frederick, could easily see the tension between the two. There was no need to be a rocket scientist to figure out they had a row.

He wanted to mediate but seeing both were pissed at each other, he knew any meddling would only backfire, so he decided to back off for now.

By noon, a text message from Miley gave Marguerite a glimmer of hope.

When she finally had a valid excuse to leave, with a simple, "I'm going to eat," she got up and left the office in a hurry, without even looking back.

Watching Marguerite's retreating figure, Robert couldn't help but ask, "Your lovely wife is mad, why don't you apologize?"

Frederick's long fingers were quickly tapping on the keyboard, and he scoffed, "What's it to me?"

Robert rolled his eyes.

Frederick, what an arrogant man.

He'd been stealing glances at her numerous times, did he think he had not noticed?

Shaking his head, Robert grabbed a bottle of soda water from the fridge and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window to drink.

Outside the window, a familiar figure crossed the road and headed straight for a BMW.

Robert squinted at the figure, swallowed hard, and quickly reported to Frederick, "Frederick, your wife seems to have gotten into a luxury car."

He pointed to the scene outside the window.

Frederick's eyelids fluttered and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Didn't she say she was going to eat?

Why was she in a luxury car?

He stood up and walked to the window, following the direction Robert pointed.