Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 227

Marguerite’s voice watted over to Frederick, causing him to feel slightly dazed. He didn’t have an appetite, yet the

spectacle of Marguerite feeding him was unprecedented. He had never even imagined such a moment could occur.

Was she expressing concern for him?

Frederick was at a loss, mechanically opening his mouth to accept the morsel of food.

Marguerite laughed, ‘See, you can eat it, can’t you? But it seems like you need someone to feed you.”

After saying this, Marguerite pushed the plate into Frederick’s hands. However, he was left staring blankly at the

utensils in his palm.

He still had no appetite.

He placed the plate and utensils on the bedside table. Marguerite leaned against the French window, facing

Frederick, a thread of compassion lacing through her heart.

“If you don’t mind, would you like to share what’s on your mind?”

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Frederick’s gaze remained fixed on the scenery outside the window. Marguerite was unsure what he was looking at,

let alone what he was thinking about.

Perhaps he was merely zoning out, but his state of detachment was worrying to Marguerite!

After a prolonged silence, Frederick finally spoke.

“Everything I’ve done has been for my mom, to secure a place for her in the Winston family. But it seems that I’m

not as capable as I thought.”

Marguerite had never seen Frederick reveal such emotions in front of her. He appeared melancholic and somewhat

fragile.

She could never truly understand the state of siege he and Jocelyn faced within the Winston family, but she could

imagine how precarious their situation would be in the future.

Unable to find the right words to comfort him, she tried to lighten the mood and forced a chuckle.

“You’re being overly humble! Who are you? You’re the legendary Frederick! Who wouldn’t tremble at the mention

of your name?*

Frederick shifted his gaze to Marguerite, his usually sharp eyes now softened, “If I were really that powerful, would

the company be in this state?” Marguerite’s expression fell slightly.

Truthfully, it wasn’t Maurice who defeated Frederick, but Frederick himself.

Since his takeover of the Winston Group, Frederick had been an almost mythical figure in the business world.

Within three years, he had transformed the Winston Group into one of the most prestigious business empires

globally.

This was an unprecedented achievement, and he was revered as a deity, feared by all.

Even Frederick himself may have come to believe this narrative.

However, there are no gods in the business world. His success today is the result of his struggles as an ordinary

man.

Everyone has their weaknesses.

When everyone believed that Maurice, with his modest perfume company Fragrance Finesse, was delusional to

think he could topple Frederick, he struck Frederick where it hurt most, revealing his unmentionable illness to the

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world.

This was the real reason for Frederick’s downfall.

Frederick and those around him had been too complacent.

However, with Frederick’s abilities, this crisis was far from irreparable.

Marguerite looked at Frederick, her gaze so sincere it seemed to shimmer.

“Ever since you took over the Winston Group, you’ve had a smooth journey. No competitors, no obstacles. But life

isn’t always smooth sailing, is it? Good fortune won’t always favor you, even the most powerful tycoon will face

setbacks. You’re not a god. If you continued to dominate, wouldn’t God seem a bit biased?”

Upon hearing this, Frederick abruptly put out his cigarette. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes as he stared at

her, unblinking.

Marguerite wasn’t sure if her words would resonate with him, but she had tactfully highlighted the crux of the

matter

After a long silence, Frederick suddenly extended his arm towards her, his lips parting to say, “Come here”

Marguerite paused, “What for?”

‘Give me a hug.”

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