Chapter 129
Bride Behind The Mask
âYouâre so rude!â
With a roar of shock, Powell picked up his cane and hurled it at Frederick.
Frederick stood there without dodging. The cane hit his waist, but it didnât affect his mood at all.
The more indifferent Frederick was, the angrier Powell became.
âYouâre treating marriage like a joke. You just get married when you feel like it? Have you discussed it with your family? Have you talked to me about it? Iâm your father, why didnât you tell me?â
Frederick replied, âNow youâre calling yourself a father, but when you abandoned my mother and me, you didnât mention it. Dad, when did you start caring about my affairs?â
Powell was so angry that his blood pressure went up.
âFrederick!â he growled, his voice like a bell. âYou always said she was innocent, now youâre married, are you lying to me? Youâre too reckless!â
Frederick narrowed his eyes, a cold smile on his lips. âIn the past, you deceived my mother into becoming your mistress without her knowing. You just wanted a moment of pleasure, but didnât take any precautionsâ¦â
âShut up! Just shut up! Youâre shameless!â
Exposed by Frederick, Powell was so furious he rushed over and picked up the cane to hit him.
Frederick endured the pain without moving, but his tone was still tough.
âMy mother was pregnant for ten months, but you abandoned her and havenât given her a proper status till now. And I, I wonât be like you!â
âYouâre a curse! Say one more word and Iâll beat you to death!â
By that time, Powell had already dropped his cane, his hand raised to hit Frederick, his eyes were red.
Frederick looked at him coldly, without fear.
âIf it would give Marguerite a proper status. Dad, todayâs your birthday, good day, right?â
âWhat do you mean?â Powell asked word by word, each word full of strength.
âIâll tell everyone, I, Frederick, am now married to Marguerite.â
âYou! Youâ¦â
âDad!â Just as Powell was about to swing his arm, Frederickâs provocative voice interrupted him. He paused, then asked leisurely. âWould you prefer a grandson or a granddaughter?â
Powellâs blood pressure skyrocketed, his arm stopped in midâair, then slowly lowered to his chest.
Then there was a dull thud, and he fell onto the sofa next to Frederick.
âYouâre a curse! Youâre determined to piss me off! Do you want everyone to laugh at the Winston family? This is so damn unlucky!â
Frederick stood tall, his cold gaze fell mercilessly on Powell.
His eyes were cold and ruthless, it sent chills down your spine.
Meanwhile, in the banquet hall.
Marguerite had been wandering around the main hall for a long time, but she hadnât seen Frederick come down.
She went to the selfâservice area and had some soup. A few ladies from the social circle were gossiping nearby.
They were talking about whoâs having an affair, whoâs with whom.
Their voices were very low, but Marguerite heard that they seem to be talking about her too.
Of course, they didnât know her name, and not everyone knew she was brought by Frederick.
But the reason Marguerite knew she was the topic of their conversation was because they said âLook at that ugly woman over thereâ.
In the entire banquet hall, who could be uglier than her?
Because of her unattractive appearance, she had always been the center of attention wherever she went. Marguerite was used to it.
She quickly finished her soup, then got a glass of soda and went to a corner on the second floor.
From the railing, she could see the whole view of the main hall. The rich people were chatting and boasting, it was very lively.
But this liveliness didnât belong to her.