Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 440

Maurice was composed. The faces of Hayes and Marguerite seemed to overlap in front of him. The sound of their conversation became clearer and clearer.

“Hayes, this part is wrong. The castle door should be an arch, not a square one, understand?”

“Uh huh.”

1 heard from Teresa that you won the shooting game today? You’re quite the gamer, a smart little guy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

No wonder Maurice always felt a peculiar connection between Hayes and Marguerite. He was Marguerite’s son! Her very own son!

“Mr. Winston, three years ago, Yuna colluded with Hammond to deal with Frederick’s paternity test and snatched Ms. Marguerite’s son. As for the details, Ill report to you in detail when you go to the company tomorrow. The priority now is to tell Ms. Marguerite the truth. She seemed quite worried when I saw her last.”

Maurice lowered his gaze, his tone indifferent, “I know, I’ll tell her right away.”

Before Maurice had a chance to finish the call, Marguerite was already approaching him. Unaware that Maurice was still on the phone due to his Bluetooth headset, she cut straight to the chase, “Weren’t we supposed to find out about my son’s whereabouts today? Any leads?”

“Yes”

pounding as she dragged Maurice to

going on? Where’s

“Marguerite, your son…”

but his sudden silence left her frustrated and puzzled.

his child. But she didn’t see any joy or happiness that he should

was he struggling with? Could it be that something had happened to their

“Don’t just stand there silent!

head, his tone as usual, “Not now, but I do know that

to see

that you’ll marry me in a month, and I’ll bring him to

unable to suppress her rage, Marguerite’s hatred

knew where my son was all along, didn’t you? You knew where he was but you deliberately didn’t tell me. Was it

hand, tightening

to lose your temper with me? Do you think anyone would help you? Or

about to explode, wishing she could slap Maurice in the face. But meeting his stern gaze, she

off his hand and stormed upstairs. Tears,

this the so-called play of fate?

years ago and buried any possible future between them. Now, she finally had news of her son, but Maurice was using