Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 226

Frederick's missing?

"What happened?" Marguerite's reaction was even more frantic than Hannah's.

"The PR team just came by and Mr. Winston took off with his car keys. We've been waiting and there's no sign of him. His cell's off, Chuck even went to Sapphire Valley Estates to look for him, but no luck."

Marguerite's brain was spinning as she tried to think of where Frederick might be, "What about the Seaside Manor? Did anyone check there?"

"We did! He's not there either! What should we do, Ms. Lockwood? Without Mr. Winston, the PR team is hesitant to act. The Internet is raging, everyone is demanding an explanation. The golden time of PR crisis management is 24 hours, if we miss this window, no matter what we say, it'll be useless!"

When it rains, it pours.

Frederick, a man known for his decisiveness and ability to face challenges head-on, had disappeared. It was clear that this crisis had hit him hard.

"Don't panic, consult with the PR firm on an executable plan, I'll go find him. We need to act on both fronts, we can't afford to waste any time."

Hannah hung up in a hurry, leaving Marguerite at a loss of what to do next.

She was barely able to handle the Polar Radiance perfume project on her own, let alone manage a company-wide crisis. All she could do was try to stabilize the employees' morale, but she was helpless when it came to anything else.

The only thing she could do was to find Frederick.

But where could he be?

Marguerite suddenly realized that despite her love for him, she hardly knew him. She had been living with him for two months and yet, she had no idea where he might be.

What about a month from now?

After their divorce, if he didn't want to see her, she would never be able to find him.

Oddly enough, the more Marguerite thought about it, the more fearful she became.

She didn't know when she started to fear losing Frederick so much.

Marguerite shook her head in frustration, scolding herself for wallowing in sentimentality at such a critical time.

"Jocelyn, where is he?"

Jocelyn sighed and glanced at a tightly shut door, "In there. He came back and hasn't said a word, hasn't eaten anything either. It's driving me crazy."

Only then did Marguerite notice the table full of delicious food, still steaming hot.

She took a plate and picked a few dishes, and then walked toward Frederick's room, "I'll go check on him."

After saying this, Marguerite pushed the door open. The sun was setting, the dim light of the twilight was not enough to illuminate the unlit room.

Frederick was sitting on the edge of the bed, back to Marguerite, smoking a cigarette. His silhouette was defiant, yet seemed incredibly lonely.

Marguerite walked quietly to his side, nudged his arm gently, and comforted softly, "No matter what happens, you still have to eat, right? Your mother is worried sick."

The cigarette was held in Frederick's slender fingers but he didn't take a puff. He turned his head and lifted his eyes, the red pupils flickering slightly.

Seeing him silent, Marguerite simply held a piece of meat with a fork and held it up to Frederick's mouth, "You won't eat? Alright then, I'll feed you."