Bride Behind The Mask Novel by (Frederick and Mr. Winston) - Season 2 Episode 45

On the road, the driver ran countless red lights, risking his life and limb, finally dropping Yuna at The Drunken Donkey.

But, she was still late.

As she hopped out of the car, flustered, a Cullinan – a symbol of status – was already parked in the narrow alley.

Frederick had just gotten out of it and walked straight into the bar.

Yuna’s heart was pounding, she was pissed off, but she dared not storm in to drag Frederick out.

Because Marguerite wasn’t wearing a mask now, and she couldn’t be seen together with this lowlife woman in Frederick’s line of sight.

So, no matter if Marguerite was already acquainted with Frederick or not, she should try to steer clear

But Yuna was not willing to let Marguerite have Frederick all to herself, so she reluctantly stayed outside the bar, secretly observing the situation inside.

At that moment, Marguerite was nowhere to be found in the bar.

Frederick looked around, then overheard some people whispering.

“That chick is something else! Palmer only touched her thigh, and she freaked out! Wearing that S**y, wasn’t she asking for attention? Well, she got it now, Palmer must have taken her to a room! Serves her right!”

“What’s that girl’s name? Margery?”

“Yeah, yeah! Margery! Nice name, good–looking too. Just wait and see, Palmer will enjoy her body!”

Upon hearing this, Frederick was livid. He grabbed one of the guys by the collar.

“Where the hell did that bastard Palmer take Margery?”

*Please, let me go!” The guy was gasping for air, begging for mercy, “Palmer took her to the third floor, I don’t know which room though!” Frederick flung him to the ground.

The commotion silenced the bar, everyone turned to look at Frederick, startled by his action.

Frederick turned around and walked upstairs under all the watchful eyes.

The bar was tucked away in an alley, but it was quite spacious.

Without bodyguards, he had to search room by room.

Meanwhile, somewhere else.

The guy called Palmer tossed Marguerite onto the bed.

He was drunk as a skunk, “Babe, keep me company tonight, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Marguerite was terrified, she backed into a corner, “Don’t come any closer! I’ll call the police!”

The man moved closer, grabbed Marguerite by the ankle, and yanked her towards him.

“Sweetheart, you look innocent, but who knows how many men you’ve hooked up with? Hahaha.”

One of his hands was gripping Marguerite’s wrists, the other was trying to unbutton her shirt.

Marguerite struggled, but it was no use

Her struggles seemed to only excite him more.

In her panic, Marguerite yelled out, “If you lay a hand on me! My husband will make you pay!”

The man paused, his foggy mind clearing up a bit.

“Your husband? You’re married? No worries, babe, I love married women, I don’t care who your husband is!”

He said as he pinned Marguerite underneath him.

‘Frederick! Frederick, help me! Frederick, where are you!”

Marguerite screamed with all she had, then broke down in tears.

She didn’t know why she thought of Frederick in such dire circumstances, just his name alone was enough to give her a sense of safety.

The man stopped in his tracks, “Frederick? As in, the famous Frederick in the business world?”

Marguerite bit her lip, staring back at the man firmly, “Yes, him!”

“What are you to him?”

“I’m his wife”

The man seemed taken aback, then he burst into laughter.

“You must be joking! If your husband is Frederick, then I’m his father! In all of Stonebridge City, I don’t think anyone would dare to fight me over a woman!