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Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 832
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Chapter 832

Meanwhile, at MOCODO Steakhouse.

Marguerite hadn't given up on blind dates. In fact, she had gone all out and signed up as a platinum member on

LoveConnect.

This time, the matchmaker had set her up with someone impressive-a CEO of a publicly traded company, they

said.

Marguerite arrived early and had just settled into her seat when her phone buzzed. The caller ID flashed Stella!

It had to be about Silas.

Marguerite quickly answered, only to be greeted by Stella's indignant voice.

"Sis! Your friend, that Silas guy, his temper is just too much!"

Marguerite's eyes narrowed. "What happened?"

Stella huffed, "A few hours ago, | called him and said | had a way to cure his headaches. But when he got here

and realized I'm a therapist, he got all mad and stormed off! Sis, your friend's got quite a character. It's not my

fault if he won't cooperate!"

Marguerite felt a headache of her own forming. She hadn't warned Silas beforehand; anyone would be upset

being sent to a therapist unannounced. But she was also wary of getting in touch with Silas, afraid it might

reignite any lingering hope he might have.

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Lost in thought, she suddenly noticed a man in a suit approaching her table. Her date had arrived.

Quickly, Marguerite covered her mouth and ended the call with Stella. "I'll call you back later, something just

cup."

She put down her phone and looked up, only to be taken aback. The polite smile she had prepared vanished,

replaced by a look of disdain and hostility.

Maurice!

What was he doing here? Surely he couldn't be her blind date!

Marguerite's brows furrowed, but Maurice had already pulled out a chair and sat down.

His eyes were captivating and confident, but to Marguerite, they were unsettling.

"I heard you moved closer to work because you're busy. So, where do you find the tfor blind dates?" he

teased.

"What does it matter to you?"

Maurice chuckled. "Since I'm here, do you think your date is still going to show up?"

Marguerite quickly grasped Maurice's implication. Over the past six months, several men had shown interest in

her, but they had all mysteriously vanished before making a move. The only person capable of orchestrating

such a thing was Maurice.

She still couldn't understand it. Their relationship was beyond repair, yet he persisted in sabotaging her chances

with others.

Deciding she had no energy left to argue, Marguerite started to rise from her seat. But Maurice's deep, smooth

voice stopped her:

"Why do you hateso much, Marguerite? Can't you see all I've done for you?"

Maurice was always a master of manipulation, his charming exterior hiding a ruthless core. Marguerite's aversion

to talking to him stemmed from his infuriatingly smug demeanor, as if everyone else were merely pawns in his

game.

Yet, the question he just posed seemed genuine, tinged with confusion and even a hint of sadness.

Marguerite never thought her coldness affected him. If anything, his insistence only fueled her resentment and

anger. Her emotions surged, almost uncontrollable:

"You want to know why | hate you, Maurice? Do you really not get it? From the beginning, | was caught in your

web!

You used my grandmother to pushinto marrying Frederick, lied about us having a child together, and ruined

my life!

If you hadn't called Frederick to Country Veracoria six months ago, he wouldn't have died, and neither would

Teresa!"

Maurice's eyes flashed with anger. "I didn't pull the trigger on Teresa, Frederick did! Get your facts straight!"

"And I'm supposed to just take your word for it? By the t| got there, it was all over. You expectto trust

you after all your lies?"

Tears welled up in Marguerite's eyes. No matter how Maurice tried to prove his innocence, it meant nothing to

her.

Turning away again, Maurice swiftly pulled out his phone, offering it to her with a video playing. "You wanted

proof? Here, see it for yourself."

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