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?

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

to see me?" Maurice asked, reaching out as

noticing the slight downturn of his expression. She

raised an

still don't know

Marguerite had returned to the Fitzgerald family with Penelope and hadn't seen Maurice since. Despite his repeated calls to explain that he had no part in the gunfight that happened six

far and wide, and his

up a glass of champagne, his gaze lingering on Marguerite's face. "Enough with the

your father, not

undeniably his

to step around Maurice, but he shifted again to block

"Move."

threat. "Don't make a

anyone to know about her past with Maurice. If they caused a disturbance, it would ruin the party and

her ground, annoyed. "Who invited

giving her

to the conversation nearby, where a group of affluent women congratulated

getting married, and you can finally

Worth billions and a member of