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.

of the company’s shares 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

advice. He opened his eyes

never thought that way. What he wants is to take my place.

had no comeback. As their father, how could he not

could he

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

a sip of his coffee, staying

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

sharp, almost reminding that without him, the Winston Group wouldn’t have reached its present

flourishing. He was willing to help out of love for his

proposed two conditions for

mother return to

Winston

and lit a cigarette

and unmatched, you want Maurice

hearing this, Powell’s cane–holding

seemingly calm kid had

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