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.”

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”

she dragged Maurice to the

going on? Where’s my

“Marguerite, your son…”

at Marguerite, but his sudden silence left her frustrated and puzzled. She couldn’t discern his emotions through

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

Could it be that something had happened to

rush of tears, “Don’t just stand there silent! What happened

“Not now, but I do know

to see him!”

me that you’ll marry me in a month, and

her rage,

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

Marguerite’s hand,

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

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,

shook off his hand and stormed upstairs. Tears, no longer held back, streamed down

the so-called play of fate?

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