Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 235

The following morning at the Winston Group’s headquarters

Reporters had been taking out the company building ao Marquerite, not daring to take the bus and still in possession of Robert’s convertble, decided to take his car

She deliberately drove to the underground parking lot, making overal sounds to throw off any reporters.

Before she could get more than a few steps away from the car, she was stopped by a man who looked like a butler Marguerite looked up and Instantly recognized the face.

it was the butler from the Winston Mansion!

He was the one who had taken her and Frederick to the hospital that day

“Good to see you again, Ms. Lockwood. My name is Hammond, but you can call me whatever you like,” he greeted her cordially

Marguerite frowned, “And why should I care about your name?”

you might want to remember it. After all,

eyes was unmistakable. He took a step back, bowed slightly, and opened the back door of the sleek Mercedes-Benz behind him. “Ms

been released

Yuna or Powell, no matter which one,

batting an eye, she got into the back

car drove into the Winston estate in no time, and Marguerite was led into the

Powell was sitting on a grand armchair in the middle of the

also present. Lisette, as the first wife,

the second wife, was standing alongside the servants, a stark contrast to her usual

was tense and serious, making Marguerite feel as if she’d stepped

But where was Maurice?

wasn’t he present at such

be displeased. After all, he had plotted and schemed to bring down Frederick, and

again, it was odd. Maurice had been back for quite a while, even setting up a

tour? Standing without poise, sitting without grace, do you really think you’re

cane on the floor,

to enter your household either. But I had no choice,

“You.”

knew exactly what Powell was implying, but he probably didn’t expect her to brush it off so casually. Her carefree demeanor only seemed to infuriate him

you’re stepping out