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.

Frederick’s questioning now, she felt utterly hopeless. She knew Frederick would never agree to

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

Teresa’s family would play along,

be pushed forward in a half-hearted manner.

family was the Winston Group! And she could have

Yuna was livid!

quietly, delicately peeling a shrimp, then slowly putting

marriage alliance. She said Mr. Frederick attached great importance to it, so we were welcomed with much fanfare. But since Mr. Frederick was kept in

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

embarrassed

of 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

getting

No matter how she

her cutlery, glaring at Marguerite, wishing she could cut this woman into a

hadn’t moved, but Frederick had poured red wine into her glass, his tone stern, “Drink