Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 381

Yuna looked up, wanting to silence Marguerite, but the look Frederick cast her way left her feeling guilty and terrified.

Marguerite’s icy gaze swept over Yuna, seeing the fluctuating emotions on her face.

She looked guilty, did that mean Frederick not know about the planned marriage alliance?

Sure enough, Frederick clenched his jaw, his voice sharp as he questioned, “What alliance?”

Teresa, stuffing a piece of cake into her mouth, chimed in with a thick voice, “Don’t you know, Mr. Frederick? They gave us a grand welcome at the front gate, they said it was to welcome your in-laws! Aren’t you planning to arrange a betrothal for Manley?”

Jocelyn also looked surprised, “A betrothal? Teresa, are you mistaken? We only invited your family today for the birthday party, are you thinking of becoming my granddaughter-in-law?”

“Grand…daughter…in…law?” Teresa, her mouth full of food, repeated Jocelyn’s words.

Frederick too caught on, his eyes rolling with anger as he glared at Yuna, “Explain.”

Yuna looked mortified. When she had returned to the private dining room and saw Maurice, she had been stunned and hadn’t yet recovered.

now, she felt utterly hopeless. She knew

in a joking manner. After all, they were all elite families, and a marriage alliance

play along, and Frederick wouldn’t

be pushed forward in a half-hearted

she could have never imagined that Maurice was thriving in Stonebridge City! Marguerite hadn’t lived a hard

Yuna was livid!

peeling a shrimp, then slowly putting it

great importance to it, so we were welcomed with much

woman’s eyes were bloodshot, and she held her cutlery tightly, she had lost all the arrogance and triumph she had in the restroom.

embarrassed

corner of her lips with a napkin, and intentionally continued in a condescending manner that Yuna detested, “Flowers, red carpet, orchestra, it really made us feel warmly welcomed. Yuna, you’ve gone to great lengths, and I’m pleasantly surprised and

was getting annoyed.

insult to injury, and beside her was Frederick’s anger. No matter how she dealt with it, she was

Marguerite, wishing she could cut this woman into a thousand

into her glass, his tone stern, “Drink up. The guest is thanking you,

became resentful. Marguerite was deliberately