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,

going on? Where’s

“Marguerite, your son…”

looked at Marguerite, but his sudden silence left her frustrated and puzzled. She couldn’t discern his emotions through

son was also his child. But she didn’t see any

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

felt a rush of tears, “Don’t just stand there silent! What happened to my son? Who is he? Tell me now!”

tone as usual, “Not now, but I do know that he’s doing well.”

want to see him!”

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

her rage,

you? You knew where he was but you deliberately didn’t tell

hand,

your temper with me? Do you think anyone would help you?

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

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

the so-called play of fate?

ago and buried any possible