Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 381

Yuna looked up, wanting to silence Marguerite, but the look Frederick cast her way left her feeling guilty and terrified.

Marguerite’s icy gaze swept over Yuna, seeing the fluctuating emotions on her face.

She looked guilty, did that mean Frederick not know about the planned marriage alliance?

Sure enough, Frederick clenched his jaw, his voice sharp as he questioned, “What alliance?”

Teresa, stuffing a piece of cake into her mouth, chimed in with a thick voice, “Don’t you know, Mr. Frederick? They gave us a grand welcome at the front gate, they said it was to welcome your in-laws! Aren’t you planning to arrange a betrothal for Manley?”

Jocelyn also looked surprised, “A betrothal? Teresa, are you mistaken? We only invited your family today for the birthday party, are you thinking of becoming my granddaughter-in-law?”

“Grand…daughter…in…law?” Teresa, her mouth full of food, repeated Jocelyn’s words.

Frederick too caught on, his eyes rolling with anger as he glared at Yuna, “Explain.”

Yuna looked mortified. When she had returned to the private dining room and saw Maurice, she had been stunned and hadn’t yet recovered.

felt utterly hopeless. She

original plan was to bring it up during dinner, in a joking manner. After all,

play along, and Frederick wouldn’t have much

would be pushed

have imagined that this elite family was the Winston Group! And she could have never imagined that Maurice was thriving in Stonebridge City! Marguerite hadn’t lived a hard life

Yuna was livid!

quietly, delicately peeling a shrimp, then slowly putting it

attached great importance to it, so we were welcomed with much

woman’s eyes were bloodshot, and she held her cutlery tightly, she had lost all the arrogance and triumph

She embarrassed herself badly!

tea, delicately cleaned the corner of her lips with a napkin, and intentionally continued in a condescending manner that Yuna detested, “Flowers, red carpet, orchestra, it really made us feel warmly welcomed. Yuna, you’ve gone to great lengths, and I’m pleasantly surprised and satisfied with your hospitality today.” Marguerite said, then picked up the red wine next to Maurice, swirled it elegantly, and leisurely proposed, “Yuna, why don’t we drink to thank

was getting

her was Frederick’s anger. No matter how she dealt with it, she was bound to make a fool

cutlery, glaring at Marguerite, wishing she could

had poured red wine into her glass, his tone stern,