Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 822

Chapter 822

It didn't take long.

Margot was back on the cold bench, and Janie dutifully slipped off her shoes.

There it was on her right foot-a bright red birthmark, identical to the one on Teresa's sole.

The man stood nearby, arms crossed, his tall figure casting an unsettling shadow over Margot.

Janie studied his expression, trying to glean some insight from his demeanor.

"Mr. Winston, do you think we should run a DNA test between her and Marguerite? Just to be sure."

Maurice didn't reply. He just leaned slightly forward, scrutinizing the seemingly calm child in front of him, not uttering a word for what felt like an eternity.

His predatory gaze made Margot's heart race, but she held her composure, masking her fear.

She knew that playing dumb was her best defense, the strategy that had kept her safe these past months.

at him with wide eyes and

His voice was barely

fool, make sure I never see through it. Even

unable to meet

had long betrayed her, and the fortress she'd

a startled bird, she trembled, knowing that once the facade

in adult affairs or

knew exactly what Maurice

months with her dad, she wouldn't be

remembered the two gunshots Maurice had fired-one for her dad, one for

memories, ones

swallowed her tears and nodded in

cotton swab soaked in antiseptic to gently dab

wound. The real one was in her chest, a hundred, no,

thought of as her dad, with a gun in

yet, Maurice's touch was gentle,

slow, deliberate demeanor made it clear he felt he had Margot's fate in

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