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”

as she dragged Maurice to the corner, urgently

on? Where’s

“Marguerite, your son…”

left her frustrated and puzzled. She couldn’t discern his emotions through

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

it be

tears, “Don’t just stand

“Not now, but I do know

to

in a month, and I’ll

suppress her rage, Marguerite’s hatred was

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

Marguerite’s hand, tightening his

in the Winston Mansion now, are you sure you want to lose your temper with me? Do you think anyone would help you? Or do you think that if you yell at me, I’ll willingly tell you

was about to explode, wishing she could slap Maurice in the face. But meeting his stern gaze, she pursed her lips and gritted out a word, “Get

stood still as Marguerite shook off his hand and stormed upstairs. Tears, no longer held back,

this the so-called

ago and buried any possible future between