Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 291

With a gritted–teeth determination, Fredenck uttered each word in a clipped tone before turning around and resolutely striding away

Marguente instinctively wanted to follow, but she was stuck in place as if she was a statue, her body refusing to obey her commands. Her heart was the only thing that moved, shattering into a million fragments.

Meanwhile, Frederick had just left the grand Winston Mansion when the Lockwood family’s Mercedes–Benz drew up slowly.

Yuna tumbled out of the car and clumsily lunged towards Frederick, falling onto her knees and clutching his legs as she sobbed and pleaded, “Freddie! I admit it, Marguerite was the one who saved you fifteen years ago, but the child I’m carrying is truly yours! Our baby is innocent! Please forgive me, can you forgive me?”

Looking down at Yuna’s face that was identical to Marguerite’s, the hatred in Frederick’s heart intensified. He ruthlessly pulled his legs free from Yuna’s grasp. leaving her sprawled awkwardly on the ground. With a disgusted expression, Frederick skirted around Yuna and headed towards his car.

face her. The look in his eyes was full of bloodlust and fury. He approached her quickly, his aura threatening and intense as he

Yuna was still terrified by Frederick’s explosive anger. Her voice

He asked, his gaze intense and his

feeling guilty,

quickly stepped forward, “It is, Mr. Winston! The child

transported to an island for isolation You claim you’re pregnant with my child? Fine, give birth to it for a DNA test. If it’s mine, I’ll raise it. But if you dare lie to me, I’ll make sure you and your child have no place to

that, Frederick walked arrogantly towards his car, revving the engine

the ground in shock. A DNA test? She was not pregnant, and even if she was to get pregnant now, she would never pass Fredenck’s demand for a

now? He wants a DNA test for the baby! I’m doomed, I’m really doomed this time!”

in her mind. Yuna could only ask “what do we do?” whenever there was a problem

the ground, casting a sinister look at the old mansion, “Don’t forget, the child in Marguente’s womb is Mr. Winston’s”

Yuna, “Are you