Chapter 235

The following morning at the Winston Group’s headquarters Reporters had been taking out the company building ao Marquerite, not daring to take the bus and still in possession of Robert’s convertble, decided to take his car She deliberately drove to the underground parking lot, making overal sounds to throw off any reporters.

Before she could get more than a few steps away from the car, she was stopped by a man who looked like a butler Marguerite looked up and Instantly recognized the face.

it was the butler from the Winston Mansion!

He was the one who had taken her and Frederick to the hospital that day “Good to see you again, Ms. Lockwood. My name is Hammond, but you can call me whatever you like,”

he greeted her cordially Marguerite frowned, “And why should I care about your name?”

“Well, you might want to remember it. After all, we’ll be seeing a lot of each other”

Hammond finished with a smile, but the pressure in his eyes was unmistakable. He took a step back, bowed slightly, and opened the back door of the sleek Mercedes-Benz behind him. “Ms Lockwood, the master would like to see you Ever since those two statements had been released last night, Marguerite knew that this was coming.

Either Yuna or Powell, no matter which one, wouldn’t make things easy for her.

Marguerite was prepared. Without batting an eye, she got into the back seat of the car and left with Hammond.

The car drove into the Winston estate in no time, and Marguerite was led into the mansion by Hammond.

Past the entrance, Powell was sitting on a grand armchair in the middle of the living room, still gripping that familiar cane.

To her surprise, Lisette and Jocelyn were also present. Lisette, as the first wife, was sitting leisurely on the sofa next to Powell, admiring her freshly manicured nails.

Jocelyn, the second wife, was standing alongside the servants, a stark contrast to her usual status.

The atmosphere was tense and serious, making Marguerite feel as if she’d stepped back in time to the empire era.

But where was Maurice?

Why wasn’t he present at such an occasion?

He must be displeased. After all, he had plotted and schemed to bring down Frederick, and just when victory seemed within his grasp, those two statements had turned the tide.

Then again, it was odd. Maurice had been back for quite a while, even setting up a company and launching new products, but Marguerite had yet to meet him face-to-face.

“Do you think you’re here for a sightseeing tour? Standing without poise, sitting without grace, do you really think you’re fit to enter the Winston family doors? Ridiculous!”

Powell slammed his cane on the floor, his features twisted in anger.

Marguerite didn’t flinch, “Mr. Powell, I don’t want to enter your household either. But I had no choice, Hammond brought me here, I had to come.”

“You.”

Marguerite knew exactly what Powell was implying, but he probably didn’t expect her to brush it off so casually. Her carefree demeanor only seemed to infuriate him further.

“Marguerite, you’re stepping out of line!”

Powell roared, his voice resonating through the room.

“Take a good look at yourself, your appearance, your character, your values-none of them are worthy of Frederick! He’s been bewitched by you, even daring to admit that the child you’re carrying is his!”

Lisette opened her eyes and glanced at Marguerite, who was looking at Jocelyn.

Through Jocelyn’s eyes, Marguerite knew that she had failed to appease Powell.

Marguente regretted listening to Jocelyn and releasing the second statement. Jocelyn had promised to handle the Winston family, and Marguerite had naively believed her. But now, things seemed even more complicated.

Despite being Powell’s second wife, why was she standing with the servants? In such a humility condition, she was barely managing to get a word in Marquente forced a sinde, “Mr. Powell, if you hadn’t favored Maurice and funded his company, and if he hadn’t brought up the incident about Fred