Bride Behind The Mask Novel by (Frederick and Mr. Winston) - Season 2 Episode 93

De man only chatched her hand tighter

mas druhe Tudut he tola M. Powell?

waip naushalantly resting on Pawals face

rang for him, and 16vestel Eatons Youre making such a huge move, but you want me to give him half of my shares? Dad, you

chand grippling the cane tightened noticeably

any for Mautice this rooming and Frederick knew about it already

powerful and cunning than he had imagined!

Federick, bu gaze feli on this hand Fredenck held Marguente with, then quickly shifted away

(tapti tacu sullped slighth as

lated to reason gently

cknowledge her I couldn’t argue with you then, so I turned a blind eye. Who would have thought that she’s

you handle the damage?”

he pubing at Powell’s birthday banquet

ought that since they were bound to divorce, whether she was made public or not wouldn’t hurt her too much.

clearly that her status was nowhere near Frederick’s, he might want to make her public, but his family would definitely not allow it. mover imaging that Fjederick would be so stubbom, even at the cost of going against Powell, the head of the family!

Talking but he was serious!

would only deepen the conflict with Powell, and there was no benefit at all!

nigingente no franatų vais a mess. Then she heard Powell’s voice echo through the room, even more agitated than before. “If you want to monopolize the group, finel

withed his lips, bis atulude defiant

personality The more you ask me to do something, the less likely I am to do it. So what if she’s carrying a bastard child? I don’t mind being the kid’s

And so was Powell, and so was Fredenck’s mother, Jocelyn.

ck any longer fearing that the father and son would have a bigger conflict. She stood up and walked to Frederick, her eyebrows furrowed test as she lowered her voice

kongue. You guys go home first don’t provoke your father any further!”

Lihog che tnad luu separate the hands of the man and Marguerite, but it seemed that where there is oppression, there is resistance.

a palo hold Ma me’s fingers tighter and tighter, so light that Marguente felt her bones were about to break.

assed over Joveva and fell Powell, his expression indifferent, but with an undeniable solemnity. “I asked you before whether you preferred a boy or a

choice. The chuld in Marguente’s belly must be bom!”

pavesi ahakily standing up, pushing Jocelyn away from Frederick, and confronting Frederick furiously. “What are you trying to say?”

lightly. Don’t you understand? I won’t divorce Marquente, and naturally, I won’t give up a single share of the company!” od Ali Powell’s eyes were bloodshot, and he was so angry that he nearly spat out blood, “I’ll beat you to death!”

Xudahy, the raced his came high Marguente, quick as a flash, instinctively hugged Frederick The cane fell