Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 802

Marguerite clutched the bottle of painkillers as she dashed to the front door, expecting someone else entirely. Instead, a middle-aged man in a gray waistcoat stood there, smiling warmly at her.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Lockwood," he said politely. "I'm the butler for The Reed Group. I've been sent by my employer to deliver an invitation for tomorrow's engagement party."

He handed her an exquisitely crafted invitation with both hands.

Marguerite accepted it, murmured a quiet thank you, and closed the door. She didn't bother to open the invitation from Violet Reed. Her eyes drifted to the painkillers, and an unexpected wave of melancholy washed over her.

With a slight sigh, Marguerite tossed both the invitation and the painkillers into the basket by the entryway, deciding not to dwell on either.

The next morning, Marguerite dressed simply and made her way to Violet's engagement party.

The event was held outdoors, modest in scale due to its nature, but still buzzing with guests. After all, Violet's parents could boast a virtual monopoly on the silk market both domestically and internationally, which explained the many familiar faces who had traveled from Stonebridge City to attend.

Penelope and Jocelyn were already there, chatting with Violet's mother, Katherine. They were surrounded by a group of society ladies, laughing and gossiping about the latest scandals.

After signing in at the entrance, Marguerite intended to join Penelope and Jocelyn. But as she approached, someone stepped into her path.

She stopped short, locking eyes with the man who had blocked her way, her expression freezing in surprise.

Maurice Winston? What was he doing here?

in a sleek charcoal suit with silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, his eyes held a

Maurice asked, reaching out as

quickly dodged his hand, noticing the slight downturn of his expression. She didn't hold back her words: "Six

raised an

still don't

Despite his repeated calls to explain that he had no part in the gunfight that happened six months ago, Marguerite wanted nothing

wide, and his network was extensive. This knowledge fueled

of champagne, his gaze lingering on Marguerite's face. "Enough with the temper. It's time to come

your father,

is undeniably

wasn't in the mood to argue. She tried to step around Maurice, but he shifted again to block her

"Move."

placed a firm hand on her shoulder, his tone carrying a veiled threat. "Don't make a scene. It would be embarrassing to start a

was for anyone to know about her past with Maurice. If they caused a

annoyed. "Who invited

of champagne, giving

turning her attention to the conversation nearby, where a group of

congratulations! Your daughter's getting married, and you can finally

heard your future son-in-law is quite something. Worth billions and a member of the International Trade Organization! Your family's