Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 581

The two kids pulled at Frederick’s arms, one on each side, their little faces lifted in urgent expectation.

Finally, unable to resist their pleading eyes, Frederick capitulated just as Marguerite was about to hang

up, “Swing by the office after work.”

Marguerite blinked, slightly confused. “What for?”

“Come with me to the Food Inspection Department.”

“Food Inspection Department?” Marguerite echoed, her confusion deepening.

Frederick, growing impatient with the questioning, was on the verge of ending the call.

Fortunately, Jocelyn was quick to take the phone and get straight to the point, “Marguerite, it’s me. I

know there’s been a mix-up between you and Frederick, something to do with Manley. You should’ve

given me a heads up about such an important matter. I’ve been thinking, and I suspect Manley might

have been poisoned. Frederick realizes he’s misunderstood you and feels guilty, so he wants you to

join him at the Food Inspection Department. Can you make it after work?”

Jocelyn’s words left Marguerite momentarily stunned. She hadn’t fully processed the situation, but

since it was Jocelyn asking, she felt obliged to agree, “I can make it, I’ll be there right after work.” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

With that, both hurriedly ended the call.

Marguerite, still holding her phone and leaning against the sofa in a daze, was approached by Miley,

“Who was that? Who was that?”

“Frederick.”

“What? Why did he call?”

Marguerite set down her phone and succinctly shared the conversation with Miley, who slapped her

thigh in excitement, “I knew it! Mr. Winston has got your back!”

Marguerite was baffled, “Since when did you say that?”

Miley scratched her head awkwardly, trying to deflect, “Maybe you didn’t hear me? But seriously, Mr.

Winston is awesome, taking the initiative to help you uncover the truth!”

Marguerite wasn’t quite as enthusiastic, “Oh, come on. I know him too well. It must’ve been Jocelyn

putting in a good word for me. Otherwise, he’d never believe.me.”

Miley looked frustrated, “Whether Jocelyn spoke well of you or not is one thing, but whether Frederick

is willing to believe you is another. Don’t conflate the two. If he’s willing to do this and has reached out

to you, he must want to clear your name. Marguerite, you should be happy.”

Marguerite didn’t want to delve into Frederick’s inscrutable thoughts; he was always so secretive and

elusive. She just couldn’t read him.

Yet, she was still puzzled, “But the misunderstanding he has about me involves me hitting Manley. How

does poisoning fit into this?”

Miley waved it off, “Why worry about the details? No matter the reason, it has nothing to do with you.

Everything will be cleared up soon enough, stop overthinking it.”

Miley was trying to calm Marguerite down, and soon it was time to leave the office.

The executive elevator, typically deserted and leading straight to the parking lot, was unusually halted

after descending just one floor.

The doors slid open, and there stood Yuna, smugly striding in.