Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 80

In the afternoon, Marguerite took a bus to work at the Winston Group. Having skipped breakfast, she headed straight to the cafeteria with her employee card.

By then, only a few employees were in the cafeteria. Marguerite stood out like a sore thumb.

Nearly everyone was looking at her, their eyes filled with astonishment.

The dress Frederick had chosen for her was a perfect fit. The white dress hugged her slim waist and revealed her beautifully prominent collarbones.

Ignoring that unattractive face and considering just her figure, it was enough to make all her female colleagues envious.

Marguerite had always been a wallflower, always preferring to keep to herself, so all the attention was quite overwhelming.

She ordered a plate of spaghetti Bolognese, found a secluded spot, and ate her meal without lifting her eyes.

When she was the only one left in the cafeteria, her phone buzzed with a message:

“Hey babe, I’ve landed. Expect it’ll take me about half an hour to clear customs. Come get me.”

Her face lit up instantly at the message. She quickly replied, “On my way.”

The sender was none other than Miley Goldie, Marguerite’s best and only friend.

They had both grown up in Marina Shores Village. Both were from poor families, but Miley was the lucky one. Her family hit it big in the lottery and her father took them to Stonebridge City to start a

business, which brought in another fortune.

Later, Miley studied abroad. Although they had not seen each other since, they had kept in touch.

When Marguerite was bullied by the Lockwood family and suddenly got married, she wanted to tell Miley about it. But Miley was busy with her graduation and Marguerite wasn’t sure how to explain her chaotic life.

So Miley was clueless about Marguerite’s current situation.

By the time Marguerite arrived at the airport, Miley had been waiting for a while.

She was sitting on her suitcase, enjoying a lollipop, dressed in a tight pink t–shirt, black shorts, and swinging her legs clad in Doc Martens.

Her sweet looks contrasted sharply with Marguerite’s aloof style. She was clearly a pampered child.

When Marguerite approached Miley, it took her a while to recognize her friend. It wasn’t until Marguerite softly called her “silly” that Miley screamed, “Marguerite? How did you get so ugly?”

Marguerite went silent.

Miley’s voice was too loud. Marguerite quickly dragged her out of the airport, saying, “I didn’t get ugly.”

“What happened then?”

“I’m wearing a mask.”

Miley looked puzzled: “Have you lost your mind? Take off the mask, you’re scaring me.”

Marguerite quickly hailed a taxi and they left the airport.

After giving the taxi driver the address of her apartment, Miley tried to pull off Marguerite’s mask: “Take it off, will you? It’s stuck so tight.”

Marguerite avoided her: “Stop it. We’ll talk about it over dinner.”

Miley’s apartment was at Diamond Crest Estates, just across from Yuna’s. Upon arriving, they quickly dropped off their luggage and Miley dragged Marguerite to the restaurant downstairs.

After quickly ordering food, Miley asked impatiently, “What on earth happened?” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Marguerite explained succinctly while sipping her drink, “My parents disowned me. They said they only acknowledge Yuna. They don’t want me to look like her, so they made me wear this mask.”

Miley was furious, “They told you to wear it and you just did? Marguerite, can’t you stand up for yourself?”

Marguerite replied helplessly, “I had no choice, they threatened me with my grandma. I was afraid they’d hurt her.”

Miley pounded her fist on the table, “You’ve been disowned, so theoretically, there shouldn’t be any more interactions. How would your looks affect them?”

Marguerite too was confused.

She had suspected it was because of Frederick, but the timeline didn’t add up.

There was no connection between her and Frederick when they forced her to wear the mask.

Even after she became his wife, everyone knew they were going to divorce in three months. Her real looks posed no threat to them.

Marguerite sighed, “I don’t know either.”

Miley thought for a moment, then leaned in and whispered, “How about I help you find out?”

“How would you do that?”

Miley smirked, “I’m a private detective now. There’s nothing I can’t find out.”