Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 88

Upon hearing this, Ablett immediately stepped up like he was the one in charge.

After all, being the head of the Lockwood family and the elder of everyone present, he believed that his words held some weight.

So he cleared his throat and turned to Frederick with a congenial smile:

“Mr. Winston. Marguerite used to be the adopted daughter of the Lockwood family, so technically, she should call my mom ‘Granny‘. But my mom is not her biological granny.”

Marguerite was shocked.

How could Ablett have the audacity to say that? Calling Marguerite his adopted daughter? Or rather, former adopted daughter?

If Marguerite wasn’t in her right mind at the moment, she would think she was going bonkers and heard wrong.

“Yes, yes, yes, Marguerite is an adopted daughter, and that’s all there is to it.” Zoe hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

Seeing these people she once called family – her parents and her sister – only left Marguerite with a sense of desolation.

were all part of the Lockwood family,

in the warehouse at Marina Shores Village, they even tried to take Marguerite’s life,

even schemed to snatch

her only family. How

since I was a kid, and there’s no changing that. I’ve been the one taking care of her all along, how many times have any of you shown

incisive, every sentence she

Yuna quickly stepped in, shouting angrily. “I’m the one who lived

throwing the Lockwood family members off balance. She

lying, I think you all know better than me. Besides, why would I lie? Do I need

staggered back half a step, her legs trembling, barely able to stand

peripheral vision caught Frederick’s face, and she noticed that his expression had turned absolutely dreadful. She suddenly felt

knew about all this, he would

had taken Marguerite’s sapphire necklace, replaced her identity, and worst of all, she had accidentally taken

be enough to provoke

the ruthless Frederick of Stonebridge City. The man she desperately wanted to marry

marrying him, Yuna had come this far, there was no

her composure. Yuna clenched her fists tightly, glaring furiously at

away, she would make sure Marguerite had no evidence to prove