Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 380

Marguerite’s expression never wavered, much to Yuna’s surprise.

She remained calm as can be, looking up at Yuna with a questioning gaze, “So? What are you trying to say?“

Yuna glared at Marguerite, frustration boiling inside her.

Damn it! Wasn’t she clear enough? She had long surpassed Marguerite! Whether it was in terms of looks or social status, she was miles ahead of her.

And yet, Marguerite still didn’t see the need to grovel before her?

Damn it! Why did she have the nerve to look down on her? She wasn’t even worthy of polishing her shoes!

With these thoughts, Yuna laughed. Her laughter was fierce and mocking, “My son is marrying the heiress of a top-notch family, and my life is only going to get better. And you? You gave birth to twins and lost one. Your daughter won’t be able to inherit anything, what will Maurice do for you when she gets married? Marguerite, you’ll never be able to catch up to me.”

With that, Yuna shot Marguerite a venomous look, before storming out of the room with a loud laugh.

Marguerite was speechless. Did Yuna think slamming the door made her look cool? It only made her like a lunatic.

Honestly, the only thing Marguerite envied about Yuna was Frederick.

As for how well she was doing, Marguerite didn’t care.

Instead, she found Yuna hadn’t changed at all in three years, aside from being able to utter harsh words, she was good for nothing.

However, she couldn’t deny that Yuna using the loss of her son and Teresa to provoke her, did make Marguerite feel uncomfortable and irritated.

Marguerite was angry, but she held it in.

After all, she had to attend Teresa’s classmate’s birthday party, she couldn’t let her temper flare.

Marguerite calmed herself, smoothed her dress, turned and left the bathroom, heading towards the end of the corridor.

But who could’ve thought, before one wave could settle, another rose.

Just as Marguerite stepped into the room, she realized that she had stepped into a chilling atmosphere.

Marguerite first heard Teresa fussing about having a piece of cake, then saw Jocelyn and Hayes sitting next to the little one.

She then noticed Frederick and Maurice sitting opposite each other, their faces calm, but their eyes turbulent.

Finally, she saw Yuna, her face stern, sitting next to Frederick. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

What kind of battlefield had she walked into? Had she walked into the wrong room?

Marguerite was about to back out when she realized –

Her daughter was still sitting in there! The little one was still fussing about the cake!

So, the party they were attending was Yuna’s son’s birthday banquet?!

Marguerite was left speechless. She wanted to pinch herself awake.

If she had known that Frederick was hosting them, she would never have come.

“Don’t stand there, come sit.” Maurice turned his head towards Marguerite, calling her softly.

Marguerite walked over slowly, sitting next to Maurice.

Jocelyn then poured her a cup of tea, her face was all smiles, “It’s cold, have some tea.”

Marguerite felt awkward, but nodded anyway, “Thank you, Jocelyn.”

Three years, and Jocelyn was still the same as she remembered.

Kind, gentle and warm.

“Are we the only ones invited to the birthday party?” Marguerite asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Jocelyn nodded slightly, “Yes, we didn’t expect Teresa to be your daughter. She’s good friends with the twins, so they only invited you.”

Marguerite couldn’t help but glance at the morose Yuna, a feeling of satisfaction washing over her.

Marguerite calmly tucked her hair behind her ear, her smile sweet as honey. However, her next words were anything but sweet, “After all this fuss, turns out you just wanted to form an alliance with our family.”