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?

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

me?" Maurice asked, reaching out as if to touch

the slight downturn of his expression. She didn't hold back her words:

raised an

don't

Frederick and Teresa, Marguerite had returned to the Fitzgerald family with Penelope and hadn't seen Maurice since. Despite his repeated calls to explain that

wide, and his network was extensive.

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

father,

undeniably his

mood to argue. She tried to step around Maurice, but he shifted again to block

"Move."

on her shoulder, his tone carrying a veiled threat. "Don't make a scene. It would be embarrassing to start a fight at someone's engagement

last thing Marguerite wanted was for anyone to know about her past with

ground, annoyed. "Who

giving her

let it go, turning her attention to the conversation nearby, where a

daughter's getting married,

is quite something. Worth billions and a