Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 403

Yuna brooded, her eyes taking on a stormy cast.

Once her parents had left, she quickly retreated to her room and dialed Barnes number. She cut straight to the

chase, Ten million, take out Hayes.”

There was a momentary silence on the other end of the line. Then Barnes let out a sly chuckle, “Sleep with me

once more, and I might just consider it.”

Yuna’s fiery resolution was abruptly doused by Barnes’ words Angered, she hung up, left with an unsettling feeling.

Three years ago, she had slept with this despicable man. Since then, that night had become a recurring nightmare.

How could she possibly agree to such an outrageous request?

She’d rather handle it herself. After all, she had killed before, like Laverne.

Laverne… Her name echoed in Yuna’s mind, sending a shiver down her spine as she recalled the night of Laverne’s

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death.

Countless times, in the dead of night, Yuna was haunted by nightmares where Laverne, with blood-soaked hands,

sought revenge.

But what’s done is done, and there’s no turning back. All she could do was brace herself and keep moving forward,

making mistake after mistake.

Meanwhile, at the Atlas Private Hospital’s entrance, Marguerite’s desolate silhouette was elongated by the

afternoon sun. The cold wind made her seem insignificant, like a solitary leaf floating aimlessly in the void.

She was certain the hospital wouldn’t make such a mistake without reason. There must be a child whose blood type

matched her DNA, albeit not a perfect match.

Holding on to this last thread of hope, she went to the hospital to request the child’s information, but was coldly

denied due to patient privacy

In desperation, she drove to the Winston Group to seek Maurice Winston’s help. After all, the child was Maurice’s

flesh and blood, too. He had no reason not to care.

At that time, Maurice was in his office, dealing with the top hacker from Veracoria

His anger was palpable, his voice cold and menacing, “I wanted Thunderbolt Enterprises to suffer a total loss. And

you? You only managed to transfer a measly three billion from them. That’s nothing compared to Thunderbolt’s

market value!”

The hacker’s voice on the other end of the phone was metallic and androgynous, clearly altered. Their casual tone,

however, couldn’t disguise their nonchalance, Thunderbolt Enterprises’ security system is top-notch. Making them

lose thirty billion is my limit.”

Maurice, furious, punched the window, “Don’t lie to me! I heard you once bankrupted a flourishing company when

you were only fifteen!”

But the next second, all he heard was the cold tone of a disconnected call.

The hacker was elusive, and the vast Winston Group couldn’t track his exact location, and even contacting him was

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a challenge.

So once the call ended, this hacker was virtually untraceable worldwide.

“Damn it!” Maurice cursed under his breath. Hammond, reflecting on the hacker’s recent activities, quickly reached

a conclusion, “Mr. Winston, I’m afraid that hacker never intended to take down Frederick. He’d been observing,

weighing whether the Winston Group or Thunderbolt is more worth his allegiance. So if Thunderbolt continues on its

current trajectory, there’s a good chance the hacker will switch sides.” Before he could finish, the office door was

pushed open aggressively

Maurice was about to lash out when he turned and saw Marguerite storming in, followed by a flustered Janie who

looked apologetic, “Mr. Winston, I couldn’t stop her. She… she insisted on seeing you right now!”

As he laid eyes on her, Maurice’s anger softened a bit. He instructed curtly, “Close the door.”

“Yes, Mr. Winston.” Janie obediently shut the door and thoughtfully pulled down the blinds.

Marguerite turned to Maurice, took out her phone and showed him the erroneous text message from the hospital.

She was frantic, The hospital said the blood type match was a mistake, but I think there’s more to Lwant you to

start an investigation. Now!”

Listening from the side, Hammond felt anxious and panic.

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