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?”

might want to remember it. After all, we’ll be seeing a lot of

with a smile, but the pressure in his eyes was unmistakable. He took a step back, bowed slightly,

those two statements had been released last

which one, wouldn’t make things

got into

time, and Marguerite was led into the mansion

the entrance, Powell was sitting on a grand armchair in the middle of the living room, still gripping that

the first wife, was sitting

wife, was standing alongside the servants,

atmosphere was tense and serious, making Marguerite feel as if she’d stepped back in time to the

But where was Maurice?

he present at

schemed to bring down Frederick, and just when victory seemed

was odd. Maurice had been back for quite a while, even setting up a company and launching new products, but

sitting without grace, do you really think you’re fit to

the floor,

either. But I had

“You.”

what Powell was implying, but he probably didn’t expect her to brush

you’re stepping out