Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 131

The TV wall was a fair distance from the second floor, so all Marguerite could make out was a pregnancy test report that looked oddly familiar.

Then slowly, the screen zoomed in and the name in the top left corner became more and more clear.

Marguerite squinted and found to her shock, the name on the pregnancy report was her own!

A sense of shock descended, leaving Marguerite’s mind in a whirl, barely able to think straight.

Why was her pregnancy report on the Winston family’s TV wall?

Who the hell put it there!

She didn’t have time to think further, she was shaking all over, looking at Frederick beside her, her face pale as snow, cold as ice.

Frederick’s icy stare at that moment sent a chill of fear down her spine.

Meanwhile, the celebrities downstairs started chattering away.

“Who’s this Marguerite? She’s pregnant? Whose kid is it?”

is this Marguerite? Is she some rich kid’s mistress or a home

the legal wife to divorce! She doesn’t want to be the other woman, she wants to be

unsavory, it was the talk of

a spin, she was at a loss, gripping Frederick’s arm, “Frederick,

filled her eyes, her lips moved, but

pregnancy report ended up here, at the moment, all she knew was any explanation seemed weak

trembling hands were shaken off by the man, “Marguerite, I

in the study room, even willing to stand against his entire family to

she, behind his back, was carrying another

the head of the Winston Group, was for the first

a joke!

you think! Will you listen to me?” Marguerite’s tears flowed

You’re carrying another man’s child, and you have the audacity to ask me how to introduce

lost for words, all she could do was apologize and cry, but the voice behind her was

say nothing happened between you two? Whose child is

on his cane, the other clutching his chest, was

Whose child was it?

Even Marguerite wasn’t sure!

hard his knuckles turned

ruin your future! You insisted she wouldn’t deceive you, look at what’s happening now! Our entire family

eyes turned bloodshot, “This is my business. I’ll handle it, and you have no right

to me like that? You……you……” Powell was so angry he felt a tightness in his chest, clutching

fixed on Marguerite, then he turned and left without a