Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 440

Maurice was composed. The faces of Hayes and Marguerite seemed to overlap in front of him. The sound of their

conversation became clearer and clearer.

“Hayes, this part is wrong. The castle door should be an arch, not a square one, understand?”

“Uh huh.”

1 heard from Teresa that you won the shooting game today? You’re quite the gamer, a smart little guy, aren’t

you?”

“Yeah.”

No wonder Maurice always felt a peculiar connection between Hayes and Marguerite. He was Marguerite’s son! Her

very own son!

“Mr. Winston, three years ago, Yuna colluded with Hammond to deal with Frederick’s paternity test and snatched

Ms. Marguerite’s son. As for the details, Ill report to you in detail when you go to the company tomorrow. The

priority now is to tell Ms. Marguerite the truth. She seemed quite worried when I saw her last.”

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Maurice lowered his gaze, his tone indifferent, “I know, I’ll tell her right away.”

Before Maurice had a chance to finish the call, Marguerite was already approaching him. Unaware that Maurice

was still on the phone due to his Bluetooth headset, she cut straight to the chase, “Weren’t we supposed to find out

about my son’s whereabouts today? Any leads?”

“Yes”

Yes? Marguerite’s heart started pounding as she dragged Maurice to the corner, urgently asking.

“What’s going on? Where’s my son?!”

“Marguerite, your son…”

Maurice’s deep eyes looked at Marguerite, but his sudden silence left her frustrated and puzzled. She couldn’t

discern his emotions through his expression.

In theory, their son was also his child. But she didn’t see any joy or happiness that he should have.

What was he struggling with? Could it be that something had happened to their son?

Marguerite was getting anxious and suddenly felt a rush of tears, “Don’t just stand there silent! What happened to

my son? Who is he? Tell me now!”

Maurice shook his head, his tone as usual, “Not now, but I do know that he’s doing well.”

“I want to see him!”

“Promise me that you’ll marry me in a month, and I’ll bring him to you.”

Almost unable to suppress her rage, Marguerite’s hatred was evident.

“Maurice, you knew where my son was all along, didn’t you? You knew where he was but you deliberately didn’t tell

me. Was it just so you could threat me later?”

Maurice held Marguerite’s hand, tightening his grip.

“Marguerite, I suggest you don’t talk to me with that tone! You’re in the Winston Mansion now, are you sure you

want to lose your temper with me? Do you think anyone would help you? Or do you think that if you yell at me, I’ll

willingly tell you about our son?”

Marguerite was about to explode, wishing she could slap Maurice in the face. But meeting his stern gaze, she

pursed her lips and gritted out a word, “Get lost!”

He stood still as Marguerite shook off his hand and stormed upstairs. Tears, no longer held back, streamed down

her cheeks.

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Was this the so-called play of fate?

In one day, she had suffered a double blow. She had missed Frederick’s confession years ago and buried any

possible future between them. Now, she finally had news of her son, but Maurice was using it to threaten her.

Was she forever trapped in Maurice’s palm?

Meanwhile, Maurice returned to his room.

Janie hadn’t hung up and was still puzzled, “Mr. Winston, if you tell Ms. Marguerite the truth, she might agree to

marry you.”

He countered, “And if I tell her, does she still have a weakness?”

Janie was speechless.

She realized that Maurice was truly ruthless, not just to his subordinates, but to those around him.

Even if that person was the woman he loved deeply, he wouldn’t spare her.

“Janie, remember, only when you hold someone’s weakness in your hand, can you control them.”

Maurice quickly ended the call and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant view. His eyes

tightened, filled with an intense ruthlessness.

No matter what, in this game of love, he would never allow himself to lose to Frederick!

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