Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 91

Frederick’s icy demeanor was as chilling as the Arctic, leaving one feeling frozen all over.

Marguerite stared at the towering man in front of her, her heart filled with desolation.

Being forgotten by a loved one was the cruelest cut of all. So it didn’t matter whether Frederick believed her or not.

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

Frederick’s eyes were ablaze, the fury boiling in them, “Marguerite! You dare to talk back to me?”

He practically roared, a vein popping out on his forehead, startling everyone.

“Kid, can you tone it down? You’re scaring the bejesus out of this old lady. My heart’s pounding like a jackhammer, and I can’t catch my breath.”

Laverne was all dramatic, and her eyes widened as saucers, looking utterly startled.

Frederick shot a venomous glare at Marguerite before lowering his voice, “I’ll deal with you later.”

Then his anger vanished, he turned to Laverne apologetically, “I’m sorry, grandma. Are you feeling alright?”

Laverne gave Marguerite a sly glance, then shook her head at Yuna, “Yuna, who’s this handsome young man?”

Yuna blushed, her doe eyes all sparkling, “Grandma, this is Freddie, my boyfriend.”

“Really? Your boyfriend!” Laverne was grinning from ear to ear, “Yuna’s dating! How lovely!”

“Yep, it’s been a while.”

Listening to their chatter, Zoe assessed Laverne’s reactions to ensure she had truly lost her memory. Then she leaned onto Ablett’s shoulder, letting out a long sigh.

The couple exchanged a knowing glance, their sentiments unspoken.

It had been a roller–coaster day, nearly dragged into the gutter by that villain Marguerite.

But luckily, Laverne had amnesia. So what if Marguerite was eloquent?

Even her grandma was against her now, let’s see how she dealt with that.

But they couldn’t let their guard down.

After all, they didn’t know how long Laverne’s amnesia would last. But one thing was certain, they couldn’t let that villain Marguerite anywhere near Laverne.

That woman was a sly fox. If she found a way to restore Laverne’s memory, they’d be done for.

Zoe pondered for a moment, then put on a dutiful face, “Mom, you should rest tonight. From now on, we’ll never part.”

Upon hearing that, Laverne’s mischievous eyes turned furious, and she threw a tantrum, “I’m not living with you. I want a big house. Your place is too small for me.”

“Grandma, we’ve moved. We live in a big house now.”

Laverne looked at Yuna seriously. “Is it a villa?”

Yuna shook her head, “Not exactly.”

Laverne snorted, “Then no deal. I want a two–story villa.”

Her stubbornness was a stark contrast to her usual timid demeanor. Ablett whispered into Zoe’s ear, “Not only has Laverne lost her memory, but her character’s changed too. She’s acting like a nut job.”

Zoe gave Laverne a cold look, “As long as she doesn’t recognize Marguerite, we’re safe.”

Then she put on a pretentious front, “Mom, you’ll have to live with us for now. How about we get a villa when we can afford it?”

She even shot Frederick a meaningful glance. She was clearly using this opportunity to have Frederick pay for a villa.

Laverne’s expression changed when she heard that, “No. When will you be able to afford it? I want to live there now.”

Zoe secretly signaled to Yuna, and Yuna immediately understood. She looked at Frederick with a troubled expression.

“Freddie, what do we do? We’re just ordinary people. We can’t just buy a villa.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Frederick was deep in thought, and his lips pressed together.

Finally, he said, “She can stay at my place.”

The smiles on the Lockwood family’s faces froze.

Laverne looked at Frederick, “Kid, do you live in a two–story villa?”

Frederick started to answer when Chuck jumped in eagerly, “Yes, yes. Mr. Winston doesn’t just live in a two–story villa, he has several floors.”

Hearing this, Laverne nodded in agreement.

“Alright, I’ll stay at your place. But.”

Laverne scanned the room, her gaze finally landing on Marguerite, looking a bit greedy.

“You have to provide me with a maid. That girl said I’m her grandma, right? Let her serve me. Let her be my maid.”