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 even that of Hackett.

what brings you

as they met Frederick’s, the intensity of his

treat Yuna

Marguerite was puzzled.

have

I’m unaware of the nature of your relationship with Yuna, this is, after all, a private matter for

“Frederick, this isn’t just your

brow furrowed in confusion.

mean

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

my daughter, the one I lost twenty–five years

Marguerite stood frozen,

the long–lost heiress of the Fitzgerald family? How could that be?

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