Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 503

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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.

His presence seemed to rival even that of Hackett.

“Hackett, what brings you here?” Frederick asked.

Hackett’s eyes softened as they met Frederick’s, the intensity of his mood giving way to something that suggested negotiation.

“Frederick, you can’t treat Yuna like this.”

Marguerite was puzzled.

Since when did Hackett Fitzgerald have a say in Yuna’s affairs?

“Hackett, while I’m unaware of the nature of your relationship with Yuna, this is, after all, a private matter for the Winston family. I’d appreciate it if you’d allow me to handle it,” Frederick stated firmly.

Hackett sighed, “Frederick, this isn’t just your family matter, it’s mine as well!” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Frederick’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean by that, Hackett?”

Hackett’s gaze unintentionally drifted towards Marguerite, his eyes filled with a complex mix of regret and resignation. After a long pause, he dropped a bombshell.

“Frederick, Yuna… she is my daughter, the one I lost twenty–five years ago!”

In that instant, Marguerite stood frozen, unable to process the revelation.

Her mind whirled, “What was happening? Yuna was the long–lost heiress of the Fitzgerald family? How could that be? Weren’t they twins?”

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

The Fitzgerald Group must have found something about her and Marguerite!

But since they looked identical, there was no way to tell who the missing child was, her or Marguerite!

Although Yuna didn’t know how her mother had managed to deceive Hackett, she didn’t have the luxury to dwell on it.

Right now, Hackett seemed to be her only chance at salvation!

With this in mind. Yuna feigned complete bewilderment, looking at Zoe with an urgent expression, “Mom! What’s going on? Aren’t I your daughter? How could this, how could this…”

Tears of disbelief began to fall from Yuna’s eyes. Seeing this, Zoe pushed through the crowd and fell to her knees before Hackett.

all my fault, all my fault! Twenty five years ago, Ablett and I were drowning in debt from gambling, and we couldn’t borrow money

wn when your lady gave birth to a girl, we saw that the baby was wearing a bracelet worth a fortune We thought to steal the bracelet

bracelet had a lock we couldn’t blesk, and in desperation, we ended up taking the baby slong with us!

Tremoved the bracelet, we intended to return the baby to the mansion, but then we accidentally learned

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