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.

now, she felt utterly hopeless. She knew Frederick would

during dinner, in a joking manner. After all, they

she and Teresa’s family would play along, and Frederick wouldn’t have much to

alliance would be pushed forward

have imagined that this elite family was the Winston Group! And she could have never imagined that Maurice

Yuna was livid!

delicately peeling a shrimp, then slowly putting it in her mouth.

earlier, and she mentioned the 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 the dark like us… I guess, it was a surprise Yuna prepared for both parties.” Marguerite finished speaking and turned

cutlery tightly, she had lost all the

embarrassed

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,

getting annoyed.

her was Frederick’s anger. No matter how

cutlery, glaring at Marguerite, wishing she could cut this woman into a thousand pieces!

into her glass, his tone stern, “Drink up. The guest is thanking you, don’t break