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”

dragged Maurice to the

Where’s my son?!”

“Marguerite, your son…”

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

theory, their son was also his child. But she didn’t see any joy or happiness

be that something had

of tears, “Don’t just stand there silent! What happened to my son? Who

tone as usual, “Not now, but I do know

to

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

suppress her rage, Marguerite’s hatred

You knew where he was but you deliberately didn’t tell me. Was it just so you could

hand,

talk to me with that tone! You’re 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 about our son?”

could slap Maurice in the face. But meeting his stern gaze, she

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

the so-called play of

suffered a double blow. She had missed Frederick’s confession years ago and buried any possible future between