Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 574

Marguerite stood there, momentarily stunned, before her brow furrowed and she shot back,

“Are you joking with me?”

Miley was taken aback. She had braced herself for Marguerite’s shriek of disbelief, but her response was far more composed than when Miley herself had first discovered the truth.

Did her bestie even have emotions?

Her daughter was incredibly gifted and all Marguerite could do was question the fact?

Miley immediately jumped to Teresa’s defense, “Joking? If Teresa saw your reaction, she would be heartbroken! How can you not trust that she’s got the talents?”

Marguerite shook her head, clarifying, “It’s not Teresa I don’t trust-it’s you. You’re always exaggerate things, Miley. I don’t know what to believe.”

Miley hastily lifted three fingers in a solemn vow, “I swear! I’m not exaggerate things this time! Teresa is the Terry! In all my years as a private investigator, every face we’ve reconstructed from surveillance footage was thanks to Teresa’s help!”

were red with earnestness, yet Marguerite’s emotions were a tangled

drawings before, even a projection of

a random doodle, but

but instead, she was swamped with confusion.

for my son for three whole years, she knows that. With her talents, why didn’t she lend

her thigh in excitement, eager to explain on Teresa’s

the same thing. But the kiddo said, without a snapshot of your

likeness from pics of me and Maurice, right?” Miley looked dead serious, “She tried. But she said when she looked at photos of

“No

then, she was just a fledgling artist and couldn’t quite grasp

up in a grand gesture, “Instead of doubting here with me, why not head home and ask her yourself? She’s

was sound, but Marguerite’s confusion ran deeper.

why Teresa would keep such a secret

at the same time, Marguerite could finally breathe a sigh of relief. With Teresa’s skill, she would no

on Teresa, determined to have a heart-to-heart with the little

at the Winston Mansion.

at Hayes and Teresa, his belly bulging and jiggling with each breath