Chapter 192

hath Whats going ont hi pürrled and chicicas bravediately she saw the butler how slightly towards Frederick, showing respect without a hint of fear Of course, if you wish to retum aether it’s possible it won’t take long After all, the master has not recovered from his heart attack since his last birthday party He’s all tyng in the hospital You should go see him!

Bothday party” He tack? It must be the Winston family!

But Marguente had never expected her pregnancy test to have such a powerful impact. So much that the head of the Winston Group fell ill and hasn’t left the She fell be was about to walk into a lion’s den “Miss Lockwood, please come with us Our master wants to see you the butler finished speaking, two bodyguards stepped forward, rudely pushed Miley aside, and took Marguerite in between them.

Let go of me I can walk on my own!”

Marguente’s feet swayed in mid air. She felt helpless and angry, like a chick at the mercy of a butcher.

Miley rushed forward, pounding the bodyguards‘ shoulders, “Put her down! She’s carrying a child! If she gets hurt, who’s going to take responsibility? Put her down now!”

With a backward shove, Miley was sent flying by brute force Suddenly. Marguente felt a tight grip on her arm Frederick had grabbed her elbow and blocked the way with his other hand.

“Be gentle with her”

Frederick’s tone was indifferent, but the anger in his eyes threatened to incinerate everyone.

The butler, still smiling, motioned towards the cars. “Young master, why don’t we all go together? The master has been waiting for a long time.”

“Put her down I don’t want to repeat myself.”

His sharp, angry tone resurfaced, and the bodyguards immediately let go of Marguerite. She almost fell to the ground, but Frederick swiftly caught her and, with an expressionless face, led her to a Rolls Royce parked nearby.

The driver quickly started the engine, and once the convoy left Grandeur Square Mall, Yuna in the corner finally revealed a triumphant smile.

She knew that the anonymous message she had sent to Powell had done its job.

Tonight, Marguerite was more likely to face danger than luck.

She dared to fight with her? Bitch!

Half an hour later, VIP ward of Stonebridge Memorial Hospital.

Frederick held Marguente’s hand since they’d alighted the car arguente felt strange, but she didn’t pull away.

She had never dealt with Powell before and had no idea what she was about to face. But it wouldn’t be easy.

With Frederick holding her hand like this, Marguerite felt a little less anxious.

Upon entering the ward, Powell’s condition was not as severe as Marguerite had imagined. Powell sat on the couch with a fierce look in his eyes, clutching a cane A dignified and composed middle–aged woman sat next to him, dressed in a simple, milky white gown.

Her soft features were surprisingly beautiful She had the grace and gentleness of a lady of a big, noble family.

I! Marguente wasn’t mistaken, this was Frederick’s biological mother, Jocelyn.

Lost in her thoughts, a particularly stem voice broke her reverie.

“You brat‘ III make things clear today. Either you hand over half of the company’s shares to Maurice, or you divorce this woman!”