Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 35

Ablett barked an order and Zoe and Yuna immediately whipped out a big plastic bag they had prepared earlier, stuffing Marguerite inside.

The ground was a mess, with Marguerite’s blood stains and her dropped belongings scattered everywhere.

Yuna quickly got to picking up Marguerite’s stuff, suddenly noticing a small vial of pale green perfume with a faint shimmer. She brought the vial close to her nose for a sniff, a refreshing and unique scent immediately hitting her nostrils.

Zoe nudged her, “What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and clean this mess! Get rid of her stuff!”

Yuna turned to Zoe, “Mom, this perfume actually smells really good, wonder where Marguerite got it from.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“She’s dirt poor, where’d she get the money for perfume? Probably nicked it from some store, that shameless thief!”

After hearing this, Yuna’s distaste for Marguerite deepened.

Shrugging her shoulders, Yuna chucked away all of Marguerite’s belongings, except for the vial of perfume, which she decided to keep out of

whim.

Sapphire Valley Estates.

After work, Frederick had some last–minute meetings with clients, so it was already late by the time he got home.

The villa was quiet, the servants already in bed, with only a lamp left on in the living room for Frederick.

As soon as he stepped inside, Sadie quickly donned a coat and hurried out of the servants‘ quarters to take Frederick’s jacket.

“Mr. Winston, the chef prepared some French veal broth for you earlier, I can heat it up for you right now.”

“No need. Frederick quickly ascended the stairs, suddenly stopping to ask, “Is that woman asleep?”

Sadie paused, “Do you mean the Madame?

Hearing the term ‘Madame‘, Frederick’s gaze sharpened, then relaxed again.

He didn’t correct Sadie’s reference to Marguerite, merely nodding after a moment of silence, “Mhm.”

Sadie looked puzzled, “Mr. Winston, the Madame isn’t back yet.”

“She’s not back?” Frederick’s face changed immediately.

Sadie nodded, “Yes, I called her just now but there was no answer. I thought she was with you…”

Frederick glanced at his watch, it was already midnight. That woman wasn’t home yet?

He felt a hint of irritation.

“Mr. Winston, it’s late, I’m worried the Madame might be in danger…”

Frederick felt a pang of concern.

But then he remembered Marguerite’s argument with him in the afternoon, and her defiant voice, “I have never acknowledged myself as your wife! Never!”

So just because he lectured her about stealing, she got so mad she didn’t come home? Was she trying to get his attention?

So childish! So melodramatic!

“Mr. Winston, do you want me to send someone to find her?”

Sadie’s anxious voice only added to Frederick’s irritation. He took off his tie impatiently, replying coldly,

“She’s a grown woman, what danger could she possibly be in? Don’t bother sending anyone!”

At that moment, he thought, “Marguerite is such an ungrateful woman. Does she really think she’s that important?!”

He couldn’t even be bothered to call and ask about her whereabouts.

“That woman, better if she never comes back!” With that, Frederick stormed off.

Just as he reached his room, Sadie rushed in, looking lost with phone in hand,

Mr. Winston, I tried calling the Madame again. It was still ringing just now, but now it says she’s out of service!”

“Out of service?” Frederick furrowed his brows.

“Yes! Her phone lost signal! That means the Madame was in a remote area. Mr. Winston, just in case, you should check where the Madame is right away!”