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?”

this Marguerite? Is she some rich kid’s

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

was unsavory, it was the talk

was in a spin, she was at a

her eyes, her lips moved, but no words

idea how her pregnancy report ended up here, at the moment, all she knew

trembling hands were shaken off by

room, even willing to

his back, was carrying

Group, was for the

like a joke! A

it’s not what you think! Will you listen to me?” Marguerite’s tears flowed

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

could do was apologize and cry, but the voice behind

an innocent woman? Didn’t you say nothing happened between you two? Whose child is she

on his cane, the other clutching his chest, was almost suffocating with

Whose child was it?

Even Marguerite wasn’t sure!

clenched so hard his knuckles turned white, his nails digging deep

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

Frederick’s deep eyes turned bloodshot, “This is my business. I’ll handle it, and you have

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

were sharp, his cold eyes fixed on Marguerite,