Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 503

The voice carried a commanding presence, as if it had harnessed the most formidable forces under the heavens, its booming quality impossible to ignore.

Heads turned toward the source of the sound, and Immediately, their eyes locked onto an elderly man in his early sixties. His hair, peppered with white, framed a face marked by sharp, knife–like eyebrows and deep, etched wrinkles that spoke of a life not lightly lived.

Clutched in his hand was an opened leather–bound folder, its contents a mystery. Trailing behind him was Zoe.

Marguerite blinked in surprise.

Was that Hackett Fitzgerald, Robert’s father?

She hadn’t seen Hackett at the company, but she remembered when Powell had fallen ill, he had come to the Winston estate with Penelope, giving Marguerite the chance to meet him briefly.

But why was Robert’s father here with Zoe? Did they know each other?

Marguerite glanced towards Frederick, noticing that his expression mirrored her own, a mix of shock and confusion.

He stepped forward, maintaining a respectful demeanor in the face of the elder’s imposing air, yet without a hint of subservience.

seemed to rival even

what brings you here?” Frederick

met Frederick’s, the intensity of his mood giving

treat Yuna like

Marguerite was puzzled.

have a say in

after all, a private matter for the Winston family. I’d appreciate it if you’d allow me to

sighed, “Frederick, this isn’t just your family matter, it’s mine

brow furrowed in

mean by that,

Marguerite, his eyes filled with a complex mix of regret and resignation. After a

she is my daughter, the one I lost twenty–five years

instant, Marguerite stood frozen, unable

Yuna was the long–lost heiress of the Fitzgerald

her gaze towards Zoe, only to