Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 128

Chapter 128

In the study room.

Frederick had taken off his black suit and slung it over his arm, revealing a chunk of sturdy wheat–coloured skin inside his white shirt, the first two buttons undone.

He was always indescribably handsome, especially at the moment, his divine face laden with a raw, aggressive edge.

Even in the presence of his own father, he didn’t tone down his distinctive traits.

Powell tapped his cane and sat down, voice stern, “Sit.”

Frederick strolled over, hands in his pockets, and slouched into the couch across from Powell, staying silent, not even willing to address him as “Dad“.

Powell sighed, disappointment flashing in his dark eyes as he looked at Frederick.

was my decision, and it has nothing to do with him. I don’t want you two brothers hurting each other. Over the years, I’ve tried to balance between you two. I

Powell’s good advice. He opened his

turns? Maurice never thought that way. What he wants is to take my place. I think

comeback. As their father, how

could he

had reached an irreconcilable point, and Powell could only try to

a sip of

before I took over, but it wasn’t famous in the

reminding that without him, the Winston Group wouldn’t

was flourishing. He was willing

two

his mother return to

he wanted to control the Winston Group

a deep breath and lit a cigarette in front of

is doing well and unmatched,

this, Powell’s cane–holding hand

that this seemingly calm kid had such awe–inspiring

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