Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 432

Everyone was shocked.

In that moment, Frederick was not saying, “I made the late-night snack,” instead he said, “I made the late-night

snack for her!”

For her! Who was “her”? Of course, it was Marguerite!

Everyone was shocked, not to mention Marguerite, even Yuna was stunned!

Last night, she did share a room with Frederick.

But their suite was two bedrooms with a living room, so they didn’t sleep in the same bed.

That’s why she didn’t hear Frederick leave the room at all!

Was Freddie really with Marguerite last night?

Had they eaten a late-night snack together? What else had they done?

Yuna’s face turned red with anger and embarrassment. Marguerite, on the other hand, looked incredulous.

What surprised her was not that Frederick had revealed the truth, but when he said “I made the late-night snack for

her”, his gaze was clearly directed at Maurice!

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Was he trying to provoke Maurice on purpose? But why? Marguerite couldn’t figure it out. Meanwhile, little Teresa

struggled to get out of Marguerite’s arms.

With a girlish and stern voice, she said, “I can prove that Hayes’ Daddy is telling the truth! Last night we ate instant

noodles, and we don’t need oil to cook them! We didn’t do the dishes, so check the sink if you don’t believe me!”

Teresa said so, then walked towards the kitchen, pointing hastily at the sink!

Even though Daddy had upset Mommy last night, the way he stood up to protect Mommy was so cool! So, she

wanted to stand up with Daddy to protect Mommy, to make Mommy the happiest woman in the world!

Gradually, Teresa didn’t seem to dislike him that much.

Everyone else followed Teresa’s pointing direction, fully believing Frederick and Marguerite’s words.

“Wow, Mr. Frederick really came out for a late-night snack last night? But I clearly heard noises in their room, how

was that possible?”

“Isn’t that easy to explain? Obviously, Ms. Yuna was faking it!”

“Can you fake something like that? That’s just asking for ridicule…”

The servants started discussing again.

Yuna looked at Frederick with resentful eyes, as if asking why he was helping Marguerite.

Yuna was so angry that she stamped her foot. She didn’t expect that she not only failed to make Marguerite pay,

but also caused herself a lot of trouble! Now, everyone in the mansion knew about her fake moaning! How

embarrassing! Damn it!

“Freddie, why did you…”

“Shut up!” Frederick shouted angrily, shook off Yuna and went upstairs.

Yuna, infuriated, glared at Marguerite, “Are you satisfied now?”

Marguerite smiled slightly, “Of course, I’m quite satisfied.”

“You bitch!”

“What’s going on? Why isn’t anyone cooking at this hour? Are you trying to starve me?” Powell’s voice boomed,

pushed by Jocelyn in his wheelchair into the living room.

The servants scattered like birds, and a few chefs immediately dashed into the kitchen.

Yuna headed towards Powell, wanted to complain, but Marguerite pulled her back, whispering, “What, isn’t this

embarrassing enough for you? Do you want Mr. Powell to know about your fake moaning? Stop embarrassing

Frederick, don’t shoot yourself in the foot. Clown!”

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Yuna was so angry that she wanted to scream, but the embarrassment was real. She still needed to butter up

Powell, so she had to swallow her

anger.

Maurice, who had been silent for a while, stepped forward and put his arm around Marguerite’s shoulder,

explaining, “Dad, something just happened, but it’s been resolved.”

Mr. Powell cast a disdainful glance at Yuna.

Back then, he was eager to split up Marguerite and Frederick, so he had Hammond find Yuna for help. At that time,

he knew Yuna was a troublemaker.

Today, although he didn’t know what had happened, he knew without a doubt that Yuna must have instigated it.

Without a word, he let Jocelyn push him away.

Seeing his father leave, Maurice pulled Marguerite to the backyard, questioning, “Why were you with Frederick last

night? I need a reasonable explanation.”

Marguerite looked at him, her face impassive, not denying, “So what if I did? What’s it to you?”

Maurice wasn’t angry or impatient, his large hand suddenly rested on Marguerite’s shoulder, leaning down to

whisper in her ear, “I will continue to investigate where our son is, Marguerite, you must take our marriage

seriously.”

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