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.

rival

you here?” Frederick

the intensity of

can’t treat

Marguerite was puzzled.

did Hackett Fitzgerald have a

is, after all, a private matter for

just your

brow furrowed in

mean by that, Hackett?”

drifted towards Marguerite, his eyes filled with a complex mix of regret and resignation. After a long pause,

my daughter, the one I lost twenty–five years

that instant, Marguerite stood frozen, unable

Yuna was the long–lost heiress of the Fitzgerald family? How could that be? Weren’t they

and confused on the ground, turned her gaze towards Zoe, only to see her mother giving her subtle cues. She quickly caught