Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 422

Lisette’s words were laced with hostility.

It was probably due to Jocelyn’s return, which threatened her standing, hence her emphasis on the title lady of the house’.

Everyone quickly moved to the dining room, the seating arrangement being a matter of importance.

By rights, Powell and Lisette should be seated at the head of the table, but Powell had the servant bring a chair for Jocelyn, asking her to sit next to him.

He even personally draped the napkin over Jocelyn’s lap.

Marguerite caught a glimpse of Lisette’s displeased expression and subconsciously smirked.

The affection between Jocelyn and Powell today was just the beginning. In the days to come, Lisette would surely have a tough time.

The seating continued with Frederick and Maurice on either side at the guest of honor spots, followed by Marguerite and Yuna.

Teresa had some snacks earlier and wasn’t hungry, she took Hayes for a leisurely exploration of the mansion.

At this time, the meal was served, Powell first spooned a bowl of lobster bisque for Jocelyn, then raised his glass towards Frederick, his voice full of apology, “Frederick, your decision to come back to me, it’s a blessing for me as a father. I hope you can forgive me for what happened before.”

Frederick picked up his wine glass, but he did not indulge Powell, instead he took a sip and corrected, “If it weren’t for my mother’s sake, I would never return to this house.”

His words made Powell quite unpleasant, and the atmosphere dropped to a freezing point.

Marguerite felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She thought the scene at Hayes’ birthday was bad enough, but she didn’t expect today’s atmosphere to be even more bizarre.

She guessed that from now on, whenever everyone was gathered together, it would be impossible to have a proper conversation. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Powell still couldn’t put down the wine glass in his hand, he looked at Frederick and added, “Frederick, I was just looking out for you back then. And Maurice, I sincerely hoped that you brothers could support each other. If Thunderbolt Enterprises merges into the Winston Group, then we, the Winston family, will be invincible globally!”

Powell’s words finally made Frederick look at him directly.

Frederick gave a slight smile, but his gaze was still sharp.

“Even without external forces, Thunderbolt Enterprises can still develop very well.” Frederick’s words were flat, but the hostility in his eyes only grew

stronger.

Three years ago, he worked hard to establish the Winston Group at the top of the world, and Powell asked him to hand it to Maurice. He never thought that three years later, Powell would still not give up!

He had finally built Thunderbolt Enterprises to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Winston Group, but Powell still wanted Maurice to reap the benefits?

Delusional!

The atmosphere plunged into awkwardness once again, Powell’s hand still holding up the wine glass.

Seeing this, Jocelyn immediately stepped in to defuse the situation, “Enough, you’re not well, it’s better if you don’t drink.” With that, she took the wine glass from Powell’s hand.

Jocelyn’s action largely saved Powell’s dignity, and Powell himself realized that he had made another mistake.

People often only cherish what they have when they lose it.

If it weren’t for his favoritism back then, their family wouldn’t have ended up where they are today, and Jocelyn wouldn’t have left him. So when Jocelyn brought Frederick back today, he was especially happy.

He knew that his time was limited, and his greatest wish was for his two sons to unite.

He knew that the pace of change in the elite circles was fast, one careless move could lead to being overtaken by others. Therefore, only by uniting the two companies could Frederick and Maurice always remain at the top of the world.

But who would have thought that Lisette’s deliberately raised voice would embarrass everyone,

“You’re old and confused! Always thinking about nonsense! Why would anyone want to merge their conglomerate into yours? Even if someone else’s things are good, they are still outsiders. You better manage your own household affairs!”

Powell was choked with anger, his eyes widened immediately.

His voice was old, but full of vigor, “Outsiders? Who are the outsiders? Frederick has my blood running through his veins, he is my son! Furthermore, Frederick and Yuna are not yet married, neither are Marguerite and Maurice, I was thinking of having them marry on the same day, to become closer! I want everyone to know, we are one family!”